In this life, we are the battlefield,
Torn between light and dark,
The devil holds the winning ground,
leaving scars on every heart.
In every choice, every breath, we fight—young and old,
A war unseen, where spirits shatter and hope turns cold.
Look closely, and you will see—🦅
We are the battlefield where divine and dark plans collide,
And the power that dominates decides the outcome.
May your life reflect the power you proclaim..
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