I am ready for the war of the ages. I stand, sword in hand, behind the only One I ever wish to lead me into battle. Holy battle rage! Holy battle rage!
I seek the leadership of no man. I am already dead to this world and I have nothing left to fear. I've pledged my allegiance to the Lord. Holy battle rage! Holy battle rage!
Protected by the full armor of God, no weapon formed against me will prosper. I have the power to end your existence within me. Holy battle rage! Holy battle rage!
Nothing can stop me at this point. I am storming the gates of hell with zero notion of retreat. The battle is already won, now we must let it rage. Holy battle rage! Holy battle rage!
You fought against my King and now you beg for mercy. I wrap my hands around your throat and choke out your final words. Holy battle rage! Holy battle rage!
We fight this day for the glory of our King!
We fight this day for the glory of our King!
Surrender you fool before the final bells Ring!
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It's been a long time since I wrote anything of any poetic value to me. I have to be strong in a certain emotion to even get the thought to write. Well, I am currently in battle mode. I am pumped up for any battle against Satan and even more so for that final battle. The day Satan is cast into the lake along with all things evil is a day I long for. But until then, I am donning the Holy Armor to fight all battles in the name of Jesus. I will no longer be beat down by the evil ways of the one who is eternally damned. I have the ability to cast down all evil spirits and to fight away all demons. I will not tremble if Satan himself stands before me ready to fight. I am a soldier in the Army of God! There is great power in proclaiming that. Put on your Armor of God, grab your Sword of the Spirit, stand your ground with faith in God, and let this holy battle rage!
