Afraid
The troops march onward into the fray
They fly banners into the howling wind
The troops do this routine every day
And every day they turn away from the sin\
The men shiver
Is it cold or fear?
The men are afraid
The troops march in time, soldiering on
Their chanting is loud, striking and clear
The troops kept in darkness, simply pawns
Their enemy closer, drawing near
The men are silent
Is it cold or fear?
The men are afraid
The troops watch the sun rising over the hill
Just that one moment, all that they asked
The troops that are seasoned and ready to kill
Know that this sunrise will be their last
The men are kneeling
Praying or crying?
Their God is afraid
The troops watch the darkness bore down in hordes
This is the day they will lose the fight
The troops know they can’t fight this darkness with swords
This is the day they turn away from the light
The men are laying down
Is it sleep or death?
The men are cold
The darkness takes over, wrestling control
The darkness is fear, agony and pain
God is in fear of this demon he made
Posted Aug 1, 2021, 1:14 AM UTC