The Battle Of Spirits And Marrows Poem by Dominic George

Hisses of insult by the minds
Those carry mantras of the devil
Sharpened with claws to grind:
The victims of worldly parcel
Confusing many a brilliant mind
The reason for souls' downfall

How dare you devils!
Throwing darts at God's children
Though you're limitedly capable
Warfare long began
Between you and our life's spiritual
Holy, holy, holy God who is One!
For not us but with God you're in battle
You knew the triumphant Triune has won!

O Souls, O souls, dear souls!
The journey is sometimes frightful
Tiring, consuming and painful
But God promised the life eternal is blissful
Present eternally before the Most Merciful