Quatrain Of Sons Of Darkness Poem by Yorktown Disciple

(Sons of light against the
Sons of Darkness from
the Dead Sea Scrolls)





Smite thee; cut down idolatrous
hinges holding the door to
righteous sacrifice,

Slice evenly - fat laced hatred
clinging to flagitious bones of
growing infidelity.

The Sons of Darkness lie in the
valley where compromise exists
prolific as desert ice!

Hope for peace, overwhelmingly
shed, along with the concept of
reinforced Christianity!