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Steel sky

Red moon

Hear the boots

March in the gloom

Every screen

Every scroll

Little cuts

Bleeding the soul

Whispers cheap

Selling the throne

“Be your own god”

Sits like a stone

But I feel a pulse

Through the dust

Through the land

Someone’s calling my name

Reaching out a pierced hand

There’s a war for the souls of man

Right now

Right here

I stand

I choose the blood

Not the sand

I choose the Rock

Not the sand

There’s a war for the souls of man

Heaven’s banner in my hand

I hear

I hear that battle plan

There’s a war for the souls of man

Dark laughs

Under the breath

Promises gold

Payments in death

Chains look

Shiny and kind

But they bite

Deep in the mind

I’ve seen friends

Fall to the lie

Eyes still open

Spirit dry

Then a quiet voice

Cuts through all I am

“Child

I paid in full

Take the nail-scarred hand”

Armor on

Knees to the floor

This is what the praying is for

Not flesh

Not bone we fight

But the shadows behind the door

[spoken word

Over choir]

Every choice is a front-line fire

Every thought builds a wall or a wire

Every heart is a claimed estate

Heaven waits… hell waits

So I lift my eyes

Where my help began

Name above names

Over every clan