"SATAN'S LAST BATTLE"
A claw of evil closes around my throat, it tightens and squeezes trying to lose my hope.
It's cold with death, smelly with sin, it holds me tight, and it wants my soul within.
My spirit says no, but my flesh says yes, the wicked are mocking saying to follow them is best.
The claw is squeezing, my mind goes blank, Satan gives me I devilish grin, and I scream "LORD" and give my head a yank.
The demons leap toured me, the fire of hell doth burn before me, death is lurking all within, and I scream "LORD HELP OVER POWER THIS SIN!
The heavens clap with thunder, lightning rips across the sky, before I give a breath Lord Jesus is by my side.
With his sword of strength and shield of love he thrusts the dagger deep, trying to spill
The serpents' blood.
The demons screech and flash they're blood soaked claws, the claw is squeezing " Deny Christ or in the hellhole you shall fall!"
I'm pushed to my knees, a chain is clamped around my neck, "SAVOR WHERE ARE YOU IN MY TIME OF NEED? THE SURPENT IS TAKING MY EVRY BREATH!"
I glance below where the fire of hell doth burn, I hear the screams of horror, and soon it will be my turn.
The serpents screaming, the demons are chanting, "DENY CHRIST! DENY CHRIST!" All the while I struggle panting.
The smell of death is all around; the hellhole of burning flesh is calling me now.
The serpents' eyes flash; it gives an indescribable screech, before I know what happens the demons shove me off my feet.
I'm falling toward, the pit giving one last cry, " I didn't deny you lord, kill the devil before I die!"
Gentle arms close around me, pulling me toward its chest, bringing me in the angles circle, my Lords armor gleaming glory best.
The serpent turns with burning anger as he flashes his sword of death, with an evil whisper, " give the child to me. I'm sure she's not worth your torn flesh."
God raises his sword with power and glory, and thrust it toward Satan, for it was not he who would die a death of gory.
The serpent whipped his dragon-like tail as it blow a breath of flit and rot, his claws clutching the deadly Sword, eyes of hatred burning hellish hot.
My Savor leaped forward his sword plunging deep; the serpent gave a hiss of pain as it was thrown off its feet.
The demons jumped, throwing they're daggers toward my Lord, but angles were by his side holding true, they're holy swords.
The serpent get's to it's feet charging toward the holy light with one swift move tord the serpents' heart we all know who's won the fight.
The demons shriek with terror, they're king lies before them dead as the angles come to sly them they're all filled with dread.
A thousand bodies lie in pools of blood to the dogs may they be fed, the serpents' life is over for evil is now forever dead.
The wicked have lost the fight, they're lustily pleasures are no more; God shall remain forever king for the wicked lay dead in blood and gore.
He has triumph over evil, his holy be lifted high, while all his children down on earth toured heaven they shall fly...