Guts churn with agony
as pain confronts our enemies.
We reach for them on bended knee and pray.
We pray for what is right within,
forcefully rebuking sin.
Knowing only God can see what they hide.
So give glory to our reigning King
as angels start to gently sing.
"In battle we will triumph,
They will die!"
As woe is in an hourglass,
time smoothly starts to pass.
Knowing now they grip their last, they cry.
For they can't believe in what God said,
and shorty they Shall all be dead.
He gave them more than one
attempt to try.

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