Heavenly Call

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about justice meted out by an archangel, although it comes from God.

Submitted: November 19, 2009

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Submitted: November 19, 2009

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The cold hard fury of the Lord,
a judgment I have long adored.

This grip of judgment I possess,
helps relieve my Lord’s distress.

Straight and true, with endless hunger,
does this blade tear lives asunder.

A message wrought of cold, hard steel,
‘twas made by men who do not feel.

A gift of life to help spread death,
a cross to bear man’s faint last breath.

This thing no more a pure extension,
of my Lord’s red intervention.

Now upon this hill I stand,
the Lord’s bright sword held tight in hand.
Given task and duty-bound,
I hear the screams of earth all ‘round.


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