When will the soldiers

Warriors

Angels war for my heart?

Where are you my protectors?

I’ve been alone

Nibbled and bitten by the night’s air.

My skin has holes

Water runs through, creating puddles of confusion on the floor.

My feet melt at the finger of mourning waving in my face,

Daunting, controlling, scoffing.

Where do I run, where can I hide from the devil that chases my heart

The beast who burdens me?

I feel faint,

Weary,

Low to the ground

Dehydrated.

I seek the living water that smiles at mention of my name.

The water that refreshes like a river in the desert of my soul.

My cracked skin soaks in the moisture of truth,

Replenishing the strength of a million men on a battlefield-

Ready to charge, to take down, to destroy the plague of heaven that rages against the suns of thunder, my race, my people, my life.