Splitting Dimensions

Traitors of the unseen regime,
Are losing their hold...
On a reign that falters!

Snobbish doubters of the power of God...
Command with shallow faith that dulls!
Weeping warriors on lands defend,
Trapped as bomb blasts crush their skulls.

On the horizon rises sparkling ships.
Equipped with colors bright in sight.
Darting quick,
Splitting dimensions to land.
To remove conflicts off the backs of man!

poem by Lawrence S. PertillarReport problemRelated quotes
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