Spirtual Warfare

Memories scream from shattered dreams like tortured souls, Exploding myths and legends gone before, And even those that are yet to come, Memories there will always be, But life is just a fleeting breath And soon it will be gone. And in the shadows of my mind, Beyond the realms of space and time, Fallen angels, demons of hell, Warriors cries that split the night, With flaming arrows poised to strike, I hear them laugh and mock. And in the heavens i do recall, Celestial beings making war Within our very midst. I laugh, i cry, I scream and shout, But no one seems to hear. I try to speak but there is no sound, Save the rattling of my chains, This life so short. I bleed and weep, For broken dreams lay all around And souls cry out in pain. With stark and naked terror running by my side, Whilst life and death do battle, From starry heights to murky depths, I can see eternity. All mankind must enter here, With worldly hope, or worldly fear,