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by Rusheena Apr 14, 2011 category : Life, society / faith, religion
The trenches are dug; the ground is cleared No turning back for the side that's revered The battle grounds are ready for tremendous collision Meanwhile, the captive's dying from lack of provision Squeezed of all nutrients, only the shell remains The Enemy drained The Blood; now poison courses the veins All color has faded and Black conquers pigments It's been forced fed and is now full of figments The situation is desperate, for the rescue missions have failed The heart has a small opening, but it is heavily veiled Yet, the Ally refuses to surrender, nor will He ever retreat He seems completely oblivious to all past defeats Like the Enemy, He won't rest till the heart's in possession He will never surrender, for saving hearts is His profession The trumpets are being blown; the soldiers march in formation The "face-off" begins; neither side shows intimidation Weapons are drawn as both sides prepare stances The Enemy knows that this is one of his last chances Battle cries fill the still air; the battle is about to begin The trumpet blows its last tune; it's time for blood to ascend