Scribes

An army
A war
All under trampling feet.
Feet you cannot hear
Feet you can’t perceive
For I speak of the future.
From these words I will give you insight to what I see.
I stand on a hill where the Ten Commandments lay,
And I see the tribes below with their golden calves made.
They argue over their gods, their beliefs,
Too blind to look up at the mountain under my feet.
For I hold the Ten Commandments that Moses held and who God gave.
Preaching through God’s words to the 21^st century.
Through these writings and God’s I hope the message is sent
And there are many other scribes writing the unbent truth.
With the force of the scribes
We hope to save the lost eternal lives.
They say the pen is mightier than the sword,
So we scribes take up our weapons to these hordes
Of lost souls and fight the war against their demon allies.
With our writings and the writings of God
Who he himself had 40 scribes make.

 Drew, age 18