Armor

Everyday
I get down on my knees and pray
Then I read
Those sacred writings
These simple things
Are my strength
Then I put on my armor
Gird my sheild
And go into the world
The constant batlle of evil
The assasins come near
Trying to defile me
My sheild of truth
Fights them away
I see others take off their armor
Trying to get me to do so
But I say nay
I keep it on
Fighting evil
I never give
The evil army a chance
One against many
But I always win
The gospel my strength
I will fight to the end

poem by Bella Ravenstar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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