HOLY WAR
					October 91
Our ways are not the ways of war
   (steel and fire and screaming voices in the night)
but our fight is victorious still.
    Each mind we match,
     and strong words of our God echo in
       till each drop fills their vessel overflowing
        and war is forgot unto men.

Categories: Poetry

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