Put on your halo of armor
And dig your heels in deeper
Stand upright and lean forward
Hell is coming
And the only thing it fears
Is YOU
In the horizon
The sky's grow darker
The howling of the winds
Are screaming louder
On the ground
The shadows are crawling
The world is sinking
The pressure is overwhelming
In your ear you hear
Defeat, Doubt, Just Quit
Hells agents are whispering
Don't listen
Be Still
You are a
Child of God
The fearless of all warriors
Calm your heart
And open your eyes
Keep faith and believe
Lift the veil of lies
The light and hope
that you seek
resides deep down inside you
Believe in yourself
and let the light of God
break through and
shine down upon you
Now charge onwards
Faster towards your dreams
Hell is on the run
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Encouragingly, beautiful. The verses and the style incite you to not give up, to fight Hell, to be brave, and maybe 'the best is yet, still to come' When all seems gone and dark, a poem to be read.