William Williams Poems
|20.||A Child's Prayer||1/1/2013|
With eyes of white,
And with the force of a flood,
The angel strikes against,
The one whose soul is soaked in blood.
But the demon returns,
And two are summoned by the one.
Though the angel bravely fights,
He is quickly overrun,
The first battle is finished,
But the cosmic war has just begun.
And where there has been one death,
Many more are to come.
The armies begin to assemble,
Numbers in an uncomprehensable scale,
Though both sides will fight hard,
one must surely fail,
Now the stage has been set,
Neither side ...
The building's fictitious,
As are the halls,
But it's so hard to tell,
When stained glass covers the walls.
But people outside,
They feel worthless and weak,
But the church doors are closed,
While the congregation meets,