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By A Anato Swu
The battle goes on For lives I do not own. My enemy I cannot sight, But I fight with all my might. Lest precious souls die forever, And tears flow endless like a river.
I’ve lost my brothers. I’ve also lost my sisters To vices birthed by my foes, Who vex my dream with woes. But I shall stand steadfast in faith, As I battle on and in His rescue wait.
My life’s rearranged, And Time has changed. The past days are no more, Tho’ some scars remain sore. My struggles aren’t for ‘em alone But also for those who don’t belong.
The armour of God Is everything t’at I got. But t’at’s more than I need To war against ‘em who feed My mind & my brethren with lies, And lure souls with deceiving eyes.
The war is half won, As I put His Armour on At all times, till it’s all over, And the lost rescued forever. When the battle wage on harder, I’ll remember my God is the stronger.