Minds of a steal door, a rocked sold wall
Arrows, bombs slung do not consume them
Evil can not penetrate or crumble thee
Mere paper cuts, to some mortal stab wounds
The risen heal from immortal healed wounds
Some wallow in pity, mortally wounded
Vanity, living in the ego of tiny cuts
Victory is in tempered steal Damascus arrows
Living in praise, clothed in mercy, righteousness
Legends don’t fall- their shield Orion, the eye of God
Their power in the Alpha, Omega
To rise again and again
A steal tempered door , a rock solid wall
Mere paper cuts, falling domino’s beaten
Wallowing in self injuries of dishonor
Strength rises by painful purified cuts
Healing stab wounded powerful arrows
Never admitting defeat, arisen to living angels
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