Poetry: A war between Good and Evil

I was watching Darlene Zschech on You Tube singing "All Things are Possible" as this will be one of the praise songs The Levites will be singing on Sunday.

Scrolling down to the comments I came across two poets going at each other in a definitely unsual way.

Lola:
Yes Jesus all things are possible,even it does seem impossible to us.
I give you praise in good times and in bad times for then you will know
it my heart belongs to you.Thanks for the answered prayer i have today.
Praise the Lord for he is good.

Robert:
A circle of shade, I'm blessed by Satan.
Prince of the darkened horde.
A circle of flame, I'm touched by Lucifer.
The eyes of demons blazing with fire.
A circle of power, I'm seen by Belial.
An emperor of the thousand abysses.
A circle of sin, I'm embraced by Leviathan.
Guardian of gates beyond this dimension.
The four rituals cast within depths of hell.
While Lucifer rapes christian souls.
His laughter mixes with their howls of terror.
Laughing as he rapes the sheep once again.

You are physically animated, yet mentally dead.
I see you awake but you are not really there.
You walk around in a hollow shell.
Living a life of mental stagnation.
Seeking the comfort of reassuring lies.
Your shallow mind, in a church of fools.
Living a life of willing ignorance.
Never thinking, forever dim.
Nothing's more pathetic than a brainless drone.
Vicious cycles of lies to cover lies.
Just another robot in factory of falsehoods.
A hollow puppet controlled by strings.

Lola:
God's word is true, He says what He means,
And those who believe Him are wise;
Reject God's word and it's plainly seen,
He'll let you believe Satan's lies!
Now if you believe God's word and obey,
Your life will surely be blessed;
He'll save you and keep you from going astray,
Your soul will find peace and rest.

So many churches and cults today
Are teaching the devil's lies,
Leading millions of folk astray,
For Satan has blinded their eyes.
The world is full of Satan's lies,
Confusion on every hand;
God's word is twisted and denied,
Just as Satan has planned.
Truth, it seems, is cast in the street,
For men by the devil are led;
Tramp'ing God's truth under their feet,
They prefer to teach error instead

Robert:
A dark army marching in the twilight.
A sorcerer leading his horde.
It's the night when cowardly faith will die.
Minions of the Devil soon to be dancing.
And urinating on the body of christ.
Tears of rage falling from god's eyes.
Which are drowned out by laughter from the night.
Where demons are now celebrating.
White souls to the slaughter in the dark land.
Where Lucifer has left his trail.
We rise in the shadows of his kingdom.
This night of Satan will never come to an end.

Lola:
The Bride Of Christ
The religious world looks down upon
Our Lord's churches, so small;
But they the victory have won,
For He loves them one and all.
For them, He suffered, so forlorn,
For them, His life has given;
And soon will take them home to join
His first - born church in heaven.
His church, complete, will be ready then,
To become His loving Bride;
For true and faithful she has been,
And His word has not denied.

Robert:
The soldier of darkness that I am.
Drinking blood to quench our beast.
The ignorant sheep are my slaves.
It was a long time ago...
When I sold my soul to the devil.
He shall kill their god and become their new god.
Those who refuse, shall be eaten alive.
Dragged into the shadows of Hell.
Empty Abyss, void of nothingness.
Deep inside, devoid of all holy light.
I shall serve Satan forever in darkness.
As a faithful Demon by his throne.
Surrounded by the filth of departed angels

Lola:
She bought the truth and sold it not;
She labored to expel all leaven,
And will appear without blemish or spot,
To take her place in heaven.
The marriage of the Lamb shall come,
And there will be His bride,
Dressed in spotless righteousness,
Standing by His side.
No more shall she be martyred,
No more shall she be scorned;
But she shall be rewarded
For all that she has borne.

Oh, it shall be her destiny,
To rule and reign with Him,
Then live with Him eternally,
In the New Jerusalem!

There was no room for Him in the inn,
That's why He was laid in a manger;
And to this world of lost, sinful men,
Unto this day He remains a stranger.
Now once a year they become quite merry,
And celebrate His birthday - or so they claim;
But the rest of the year they seem in a hurry,
To dishonor Him and blaspheme His name.
Oh, they like to think of Him as a babe,
But they have no love for Him on the cross;

That He would come to die and to save
Seems quite foolish to those who are lost.
Yes, the gospel is hid to those who perish,
For Satan has surely blinded their eyes;
This world of sin they love and cherish,
And their lost condition do not realize.
But scattered among them are His dear sheep, '
Twas for them He was born, for them He died;
He kept the law which they could not keep,
And to their sins was His blood applied.


So thankful am I that my Saviour came
To this wicked, sin - cursed earth;
Oh, praise His precious, holy name,
I'm thankful for His virgin birth!
But 'tis not my Saviour's desire or plan,
That with His birthday I be concerned;
'Tis, instead, His solemn command,
That I watch and wait for His return.

Robert:
Darkened powers are now caressing my mind.
In my unveiling, a body of shade.
My heart, his infernal tongue.
Blasphemous rituals are the way to Lucifer.
We all adore the work of the devil.
The path to his evil incarnation.
He is below and above you.
His life is ecstasy in yours.
We are under the inverted cross of the lord.
Pray to your weak god of infinity.
Your shattered prayers are soon forgotten.
You are a stranger to our champion.
I will lead you to the throne of Old Nick.

The weak infant is burning in his crib.
I am watching his tender flesh burning away.
The flames are blackening the body of fragility.
Clouds of smoke have filled the manger.
The child's screaming has finally stopped.
The incinerated skin crumbling faintly to the ground.
I stare at the corpse and now remove the skull.
It is time to return to the depths of doom.
As demons praise my return.
I enter my crypt and place the trophy above my shrine.
Behold!The son of god is now dead!

Jun:
May the ever Awesome Redeemer
Snatch you from the clutches of evil
For His is the power mightier than everything else
Not even your satan can withstand
to gaze just His image.

For Like a thousand sun His radiance shown
for all eternity.

But my God is a righteous God
and He will forgive those who repent
so Brother Robert.....

The gates of Heaven are waiting for you
You only have to raise your hand to the one who
created you,
He will take you back gladly, like a lost sheep
you are as important to Him as each one of
His creations.