His schemes
I know you’re up to your usually
I can smell you from a mile away
You are not fooling me at all
The wool is far from these ebony eyes
You know that I have been chosen
You have seen the light that illuminates within me
The light that guides those who are surrounded by darkness
I am not on your side
It makes you boil within
I belong to army above all armies
The highest of the elite
I am his
And he is mine
And there is nothing you can do to change this
He is
God
And he
Fights all my battles
So continue to work through those who sit within my midst
The very ones who offer their shoulder
And quickly spit in my face
I will prevail
I will not fall
But you will
In due season
You will be nothing more
Not even a memory
Your existence will no longer be warranted
As you smolder in the lake of fire
By Shannon Hogan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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