Sword of the soul

A cacophony of shadow, and all I feel is fear,

idiot demons taunt, i hear them screaming

righteous anger make me shout: “you think not, i am endowed”

with God’s spirit; tho your wicked king has plowed

an’ ripped an’ shredded with wild hoards’ teeming

his blood belched progeny’s wild cacophony

convulses my innards to vomit

A cacophony of shadow, and all I feel is fear, until

a voice within me shouts, “your earth time’s near at hand

do what you must ’n quickly,” confirm your shortened autonomy

the bottomless pit; the lake of fire, all your minions destined for it

though you kill my body, no fear prevails on my behalf

no reason to despair, you cannot kill my soul

no cause to fear in breeding fear

no reason ’cause i’m amongst the ransom’d gold

Love’s fruit of hope ‘n faith virtues’ tears

will wash away my trembling

A cacophony of shadow, and no longer do i fear

across the void chasms’ wide

i feel the pitch crescendo

hateful ghouls like swelling tide

venom threats, murderous evil innuendos

duly do, evil deed attempt to gulp my soul

battle pitched ‘tween me and its’

darkest matter thick as iron lead

hoards of hell assist to drag me to the pit

extinguish light, replace with fear instead

then One appears in blinding light

his white robe cloaked, diadem crown

bursts upon the scene, lifts me up in his Shepard’s

arms and plants me onto higher ground