All ye who call the Lord to arms; shout loud
Or else said foe may drown you out with plea
Divinity divined as here avowed
Wouldst in His name proclaim such by decree
Yet none should dare invoke Creator’s ire
By testing of His favour o’er each side
May hasten them a place on fune’ral pyre
No righteousness be gained through tactics plied
Tis nature of mankind to be unkind
Usurping of our Deity’s intent
In gifting us ‘Free Will’ I think you’ll find
Didst hope we’d trill sweet song and not lament
Accepting fault’s our own proves hard to bear
When facing up to truth without a Prayer