Spiritual Wars... (poem 2026)

I'm burnt to a Crisp....

By the Devil's right hand men...

Wicked witches slight,

And sowing Circles fight...

Darkness is my shelter, 

But I'm protected by the light...

And dance, and giggle... with glee..,

Lovers never lose the fight...

When my candle is burning like a lamp....

Those vampires come out at night...

They come out storming ferociously...

Then they snuff out the light...

Demonic Angel's, take their aim...

With fiery swords, that bite...

To butcher, brandish hardened steel,

And kill them with all their might...

The battlefield is riddled,

with spit, blood, and gore...

They fall on the floor...

For they will be no more...

In pain and agony, I giggle with glee....

For they will expire...

We'll burn their sins and hate away...

In a heavenly fire...

I laugh at my own misery,

The anguish, pain, and strife...

You shouldn't have brought a scissor,

To a massive spiritual sword fight...

You'll be laughing from your grave,

A narrow shallow ditch...

The gossip, deceit, and lies you spread,

You are the Devil's snitch...

Despair, Sorrow, Pain, and Agony...

to me it's all the same...

Spiritual theft, rape, and lies...

To you it's all a game...

The Battle is over...

You play, you pay... til the end of time...

To fulfill your dreams of pestilence 

And hate, to undermine...

The plans we have,

That goodness brings...

And love we can so share...

The only way to fight their schemes,

Is to be aware...

My soul hungers, and pines,

for Love, and the Divine...

I feel my spine tingle...

The holy rivers brine....

The flood gates do open,

I'm happy to have made it through...

They run, splash, and mingle...

With lovers, real and true...