I saw Jehova’s armies

I saw Jehovah’s armies, attired in brilliant light.

I saw them march against the hosts, of unrelenting night.

And when I saw them march I said: “Lord let me fight them too,"

and then Jehovah said to me:

“You will when all is new.”

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I said to him: “My Lord and God, then there will be no war.

to mar your holy earth. That’s what this battle’s for.”

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"My son" he said, Jehovah did, in all his patient way,

“Do you not know 'tis not for you to take part in this fray?

Do you not see our battle-gear, our spears of piercing light?

The essence of our armor, is the essence of their fright.

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A hundred thousand galaxies, our horses' eyes pour forth.

as we all gallop gallantly-pure armies from the north.

Do you not hear the hellish roar, of demons in a rage?

Cursing, cursing constantly, this saint and holy sage?

Do you not see their spears of darkness, drilling into space?

Stabbing at the holy ones, among the human race?”

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“I see but I care not my Lord, my blood roils in despair!

Permit me gauge the evil one, out from his hideous lair.

Allow me please to wield a shield, as brilliant as your own.

To hurl a lance of comet-length, just like your other sons.

And with that lance to strike a heart, not fit to beat again.

A heart that pulses hatred, and can never be your friend.

To crush these evil warriors, with a lance of brilliant light.

To fight against this evil brood, this army of the night.

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And then Jehovah said to me: “My horses neigh with power.

I hesitate for only you, a twinkling of an hour.

I hesitate for you my son at tribulation’s end.

For you have always been to me, my very best of friends.

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The groaning of the human race cries out to set it free.

 I tarry for too long my child, with endless empathy.

My horses neigh at heaven’s gates and stomp the universe.

My angels shout the battle crie, for centuries rehearsed.

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I hesitate for you my child, in lowly earth attired

who now requests to wield a sword of fulgurating power.

Who now requests to hoist a shield of scintillating stars

who wishes now to hurl a stone as vast as planet Mars.

Who wishes to engage a foe that I will soon engage.

A foe that he must surely know, is full of evil rage.

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And then I said “Jehovah knows the anger that I feel.

for this disgusting evil one, who bit Lord Jesus' heel.

Whose dark angelic synapses, are powered to do harm.

Who never feels remorse, O Lord, when he inflicts alarm.

Who gloats upon a ruined Earth, in mockery of you.

Permit me fight this wretched one, before the Earth is new.

Before revenge is not as sweat, before the hour is gone.

Before this battle’s majesty is finished and is won.

Before the universe resounds with cheers of victory.

Upon your vast and endless realm, that universal sea.

Before no more the shields grow hot, the sword quenches its fire

Before angelic poets sing of peace on crystal lyres.

Before the symphony of light, caresses every ear,

and no one sheds upon the earth, the slightest bitter tear.

Before the night reluctantly, dissolves before the light.

Lord of endless galaxies, permit me please to fight.”

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And then I found myself amidst a glorious array.

Angelic legions rank on rank, upon the holy day.

And I was given, as I knelt, a brilliant shield and sword.

And from my throat there roared the crie: “Thank you Lord of lords.”