The Goal

Prepare for battle, Lest ye be peirced by a dart.

At war it seems we are.

Though most don't know it.

A long war that has come far,

even our faces now show it.



For every negative there is a positive,

and vice verse so it gose.

Some will die, some will live,

the goal is to save souls.



There is a fake, there is a real.

The illusion of the lie, the realness of right.

Fight or neal,

in utter darkness, or in true light.



Prepare daily for battle,

lest ye be pierced by a dart.

Stand for the lost sheep, even the empty cattle.

Move forward, with each step, a new start.



Stand for those not able,

for the love of good.

Leave all fears on the table.

The wind will blow where it should.