Cosmos Poem by William Williams

With eyes of white,
And with the force of a flood,
The angel strikes against,
The one whose soul is soaked in blood.

But the demon returns,
And two are summoned by the one.
Though the angel bravely fights,
He is quickly overrun,

The first battle is finished,
But the cosmic war has just begun.
And where there has been one death,
Many more are to come.

The armies begin to assemble,
Numbers in an uncomprehensable scale,
Though both sides will fight hard,
one must surely fail,

Now the stage has been set,
Neither side can know fear,
The battle that will be fought,
Will be known throughout the years.

The armies are gathered,
The archangel leads one,
While Beelzebub leads an army,
Spawning forth from the sun.

As the army multiplies,
The tension does mount,
Till it finally tears,
As the battle cries sound.

At first two clash,
Followed by a few more,
And soon there are thousands,
Taking part in the war.

Whips of fire snap,
And are met with arrows of light,
The war escalates,
There is no end in sight.

The heavens they shake,
Their very core twists,
Whilst the fighting is heard,
From hell's deepest pits,

Screams of the dying,
So many time stops,
As millions of Angels,
Die for their God.

The angels are falling,
The demons push on,
Few stand in their way,
Most of the angels are gone,

But then a man steps forward,
Dressed in bright light,
Walks onto the battlefield,
Oh what a sight,

He let's out a shout,
And the demons all flee,
All but one,
It's the Accuser they see.

He walks out to the one,
Words flow from his mouth,
But the one in white responds,
As soldiers gather about,

The one, he stands idle,
He takes each insult in stride,
As Satan becomes angered,
For he is wasting his time.

For Jesus is a warrior,
Not trained with a sword,
His powers reside,
In the heart of all his words.

And as Satan grows weary,
He takes in a breath,
And begins to shout powerful truths,
That can top Satan's best.

And Satan having lost,
His heart fills with scorn,
His powers obsolete,
It's ragged and worn.

Satan retreats to his home,
A land where hate comes first.
And just another day has passed,
On our home here on earth.