Death Coming To Earth Vexes Me Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
1
It bothers me not to think about years
before I was born on earth but why then
do I know that great darkness will come again,
that evil beset us from aliens from other spheres?
2
Death coming to earth vexes me with mortal tears,
while unseen the demon-brood walk among men,
do influence with knowledge beyond their ken
and this brings greater power to my fears.
3
Often I stand alone as if in an entrance facing this,
call on high against the demonic spell,
as I see devastation grow that they bestow,
where not a single person they want to miss
and the world is a mess and nothing is well
while stronger a pestilence does grow.
4
The only solution is to call on the Lord,
to utter His omnipotent righteous word,
for men that do not want to know Him at all,
who will surely without supernatural help fall,
to call up His angelic host to draw the sword,
to once again vanquish the demon horde.

[Poet's note:"I vex me not with brooding on the years" by Thomas Bailey Aldrich.]