Poe um April 16, 2007Posted by eric22222 in Deep Thoughts, General.
Tho’ trials unending at me pound
Tho’ traps and tempters’ hands
May try to tear me from my ground
It’s here I’ll make my stand.
Because I know for whom I stand
I’ll keep my ground secured
Tho’ dangers swarm into this land
My triumph is assured.
Until the final foe doth fall
Or I myself am slain
I’ll endure the battle’s strife
And with it all the pain.
For tho’ I often feel alone
And evil marches on
The outcome is already known
The battle has been won.