In the last days, and the end is near. Let the virgin pour out their oil upon the ground as the earth quakes?

Alas, I look over the hills and see the armies gathered. There is no hope now, none in sight. Still, I gather my figuritive armor. The shield of truth, the helmet of righteousness. I have no sword and there is no bible of any kind in my hand. If I am to defeat them it will be by my own logic. It will be to point out the flaws contain within their armor and swords for that is where their logic lies figuratively and metaphorically. No sword shall my armor. Though it rises against me I will persevere. Though I die, I shall live. He that stands with me stands in truth. He can not be seen yet he is. His power is undeniable. His might in indescribable. Lay down your weapons and join him. Anyone who dares to harm one who comes in his name will only cause harm upon themselves. As I ride one last long ride upon the horse of life, I ask you, will you ride with me? Will you die for what you believe? or will you continue to live in death? God Bless