Weird Poem

Peer at the sky, sir, or look out upon the sea,
observe the sand now, or look at me.
The results of this terrible struggle are upon us all
The sky is black with smoke and flame,
The sea is floating with the trophies of pain,
the sands are awash in blood and gore,
my face is charred, hands gashed, bones splintered.
My strength seeps out, all seems vanity,
the stench of death is heavy in my mouth,
My eyes begin to glaze. But this battle isn't mine,
and it is not my strength that will win it.
Though the war is far from done and the road is long
even when I am crushed it is His fight, His victory,
and Him who will heal the pain we endure.
SO draw your swords and advance, join the battle,
for Him who died, and lives
taTa