The Battle of Souls

The Battle of Souls

A Poem by James Mckay
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the battle between Satan in Hell and Jesus on the throne

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Way down in the depths of the Earth's core where the lava and fire pits spew              
Awaits Lucifer and his legion of demons for the souls that cannot be renewed               
Well lately he's been in a real grouchy mood for not many have fallen his way              
Because giving him headaches as of late are when the harps and trumpets play                
He can't stop the ringing in his ears and he cannot get that music out of his head               
He thought he would be having a good time and reaping some lost souls instead         
He's cursing, he's irritable, and he is on edge because Heaven is having a jubilee        
He hollers at his workers to pick up the pace by placing more violence on the t.v.

Up past the clouds is a glorious sight; there is a long line while many souls wait        
They're hoping their name is in the Book of Life, so they may enter the Pearly Gates        
The angels are lined up along the Golden Road, shouting Hosana as they all pass              
There is singing,clapping, and ongoing smiles as the Crystal Sea shines like glass               
The harps and trumpets are playing so loudly, for they can be heard down in Hell            
It's the most sweetest of sounds ever to be played, making Satan's head swell                   
The scenery is unlike anything they could ever imagine with exquisite mansions           
Everyone walking unsick and unscathed, all because Jesus Christ paid the ransom

As he awaits sitting on his throne, he grumbles and whines and begins to feel worse               
No matter what he did, it wasn't enough, to keep the people from going to church       
No one is screaming, no one is burning; it's like a horrible nightmare come to life       
Then one of his demons mumbled under his breath, "You are no match for Christ!"      
Satan's glare narrowed as he zapped that demon and belted, "You're all too weak"    
Many of them ran and most of them hid each time they'd hear the big guy speak       
He yells, "We need more destruction & natural disasters, make the people choose"            
A demon spoke, "But sir! If they're scared won't they start praying? I feel you'll only lose."

An angel appeared by Jesus with reports of how the lower regions are in turmoil      
It's because people are praising, driving the devil crazy, dampening that loose soil                    
They're shouting to their Redeemer; the Holy Spirit is moving amongst the crowds                 
There's just no end in sight, for there's a huge celebration, high above the clouds

The temperatures were blazing and boiling and many of the workers were spent               
For every time the ground shook from up above, he look to see where they all went         
That infuriated the devil more and more, how each demon became more defiant                 
Demons were mumbling, "Look how much faith David had to be Goliath the giant"        
Satan's nose blew furiously and said, "Don't quote the Bible, I know it all too well"                
A few of his demons were walking away muttering, "I hate being down here in Hell"

Well another messenger whispered in Jesus' ear, could he hear Satan belly aching?          
Jesus answered, "That's the least of my concern, there are many in need of saving.          
Now I give them all free will and I let me leaders and disciples go do their part                            
I have many preaching the Word of God; the lost just need to accept me into their heart"                            
Even though God has allowed humanity to run rampant; He still remains in control                  
Jesus focuses on those who need rescuing during this hard fought battle of souls.

by: James W. Mckay
3-4-21

© 2023 James Mckay


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James Mckay
James Mckay

San Antonio, TX



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