Jihad

The Holy War of God, that's raged
across the vast expanse of stars
and spilled from heav'n to earth
and raged all through the years,

where fearsome demons gaped the mouth
and schemed and layed in wait to snatch,
and angels blew the Trump of God
and worked to foil the serpent's traps,

continues on, unchanged from yore,
with hosts of demons running free
and angels holding back the tide
of evil's spread from sea to sea.

And twixt the armies' vast arrays,
where swords are swung to slash the foe,
lay mortal men with eyes half closed,
in deathly peril ev'ry day.

The battle's din surrounds each man,
and fiery darts wiz past his head,
and as confusion blinds his mind,
each man must choose his destiny:

For in the quiet depths of heart,
each man will face his demon foes
and there do battle for his fate
and choose to yield to love or hate.