Myr Reyes E. Tejada | Saturday, 05 June 2021 | Print
Myr Reyes E. Tejada
Our Earth is the immemorial battleground.
Of Beelzebub versus the Archangel Michael
We may not hear a single firing sound
Yet the havoc it creates we can’t conceal.
Sometimes it seemed the saints get overpowered
By the beasts’ wicked schemes and cursed arsenal
But trust that this venom with which we are showered
It won’t last forever, won’t be eternal.
Coz watching from above is our Almighty umpire
Our Heavenly Host He won’t forsake in shame
He’ll cast the brute and his cohorts in scorching fire
These cabals from Hell will be consumed in flames.
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Posted 11:56 pm | Saturday, 05 June 2021
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