Spiritual Warrior
you cut through the blackest night—
wielding
your super psychic knife.
your face,
it is something else—
a piercing stare,
travelling with ease
through the nighttime air.
and i know,
you are getting there.
a spirit to your right—
you stop their flight,
striking high above,
sending them back
to the low realms,
where all evil will fry.
a spiritual warrior,
cloaked in god’s love,
protecting their own blood.
a dancer amongst the stars,
you float in your daydreams—
where it all begins.
guarding against unearthly sin,
the vile evil that creeps,
flowing and seeping,
through the dungeons of the heavens.
still, the spiritual warrior battles on,
guided by the most precious prayer—
a saviour’s song.
because there will always be
someone there.
James Garratt – 1993
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