BOO!

Bullets whistle through the air,

making noisy a peaceful night.

While arrows seeking flesh to tear,

fill peaceful souls with fright.

 

No longer is life without a care,

once you’re stricken by the sight.

Of an image only satan could bear,

preparing its fatal bite.

 

You scream at God, ” I solemnly swear,

to stand by your side and fight!

Without you here this battle’s unfair,

but with you I’ll live to see light.”

 

Then undeserved grace touches your hair,

As darkness turns to light.

And the devil you once weren’t able to bear,

is suddenly a laughable sight.



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