Waiting for a chance to get a hold on prophetic ground.
there is a force ahead
Luring into desert storms.
In the mists of collateral damage
and ever enduring smoke of falling bombs
this monster keeps on growing
the bigger it becomes
worshipping the borrowed light
of half or full their moon
their bloodstained knives still in their hands
they will clutter up real soon
seeking to devour
causing massacres
during early morning hours
orange against black
fragments of a digital warfare
fading into death
the desert sands again
become as red as red
not by the hands of christians
as in medieval days
of long gone by crusades
these warriors are blinded too
by their own beliefs
as once the christian soldiers were
it is the love of Christ
i truly do prefer
in this war between the moon and Sun
prophecies are finally fulfilled
and evil will become undone
there is no blood that cleans us
except that of the Son
