The Torchbearer
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The Torchbearer

A Prayer

For the Dead

I shout your name
from the rooftops
of every small city
in our war-torn land.
I want my enemies
to appreciate the beauty
that they have taken
with their bombs and bullets.
To taste the anguish
that ravages my spirit.
To fear the sorrow that
I will visit on their homes.
God is my shepherd
and he leads me through
this valley of death.
He will vanquish my enemies.
Your name will not be forgotten.
Your beauty will guard



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