Invasion Poem by Young Church Poetry

Of course the impure
Bring the war to the pure
Body strikes deep into the soul
Of course anger is dirty
It fills the spirit with filth
Channels through spineless figure
Of course demons rebel
Invade with great rage
Wrecking one’ spirit the intention
Of course heartless people the source

Of course invasion destroys
Steel rusts in disbelief
Love speared hatred is born
Of course war is war
Demon invades no demon
Virtuous do no harm to virtuous
Of course one red other blue
Righteous, tussle the invasion
Unrighteous, expect to sink in horror
Of course the strong prevail.


***The Book of End of Times