The opponents stand on the border
Surrounding by rocks and boulders
Beyond the sea.....the vast space
Eyes all glue to it
The clouds turning ugly
Dark meaning hatred in its eyes
Swarming with pockets of dim light
Let the opponents glance
The fury of what they will get
Trying to bring down barriers
Of the power absorbing it
The opponents run to the boat
Quickly rowing out to sea
They know they have to
On land they may not get a chance
To fight the evil war lord
Branding his type of game
The fist of power crazy
creating fear to stamp his rule
The dark clouds loom
The evil lightning strikes
Hitting on the shore
The boat sails quietly
Sending ripples to the coast
The opponents of truth
The last hope escape
Into the darkness
On the sea
The sting of the scorpion
Hitting empty air soft targets
The war lord thunders loudly
As the lightning change direction
The Lord never lies
He hits whom he likes
Summon His angels
Order right on schedule
The elimination of the wicked
Into fire crying with shame
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