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The Warrior
The lone warrior standing on the field of battle,
The lone warrior standing in the winds of war.
He has fought and hundreds, then thousands, then more.
But the tide is ever flowing, the waves slowly growing, as they wear away at what little strength remains.
But he is not alone.
And it is not his war.
For at his side stands one whom is all powerful, all mighty, all knowing.
Against him no foe can stand, he has died and rose and yet walks this land.
Death itself has tried in vain, to take his life and end his reign.
But though he died he rose again, Death's power gone, the keys to the gates of Hell in his hands.
And that lone warrior stands alone no more.
For by his side stands the Lord of Lords.
And though the foe may its best, this war was over long before, doubt about its end long laid to rest.
The warrior now stands no more alone.
The warrior stands with an army, the Hosts of Heaven, and his fellow saints beside him stand.
The battle is over, the war is won.
This war is the Lords.