The Kingdom of Heaven wages Its war against the Kingdom of Shadows. A sore battle all must Set out to glory's field. Rages That war for all human ages Where the soul must bastion its love And forfeit all of worldlust. It must purge all of its hatred. In my poesy all of my good Wages war with all of my bad. And only by respite in Christ Do we receive our daily food To purge our soul of all its slag. My poetry is this good fight.