Let It Be Done Poem by Prince KnightenRodgers

Started from an open wound
flashing lights at the end
of my tomb I know its rough
and its tough to spit out
your lungs to watch words
of peace roll off your tongue
fighting in a battle thats so
hard to win but its my heart that
I have to extend my mind body I
have to pretend isnt there to
feel the pain but why bother
it always ends the same so
who do we blame God the father
the man upstairs whos there no
one cares to explain can this
victory be obtained strapped to
my sattle watching bound men
be slaughtered like cattle
but I know if I keep the lord
in my heart till the end of this
war things wont end the same
things will chang by the blessing
of God I can be seen through
these trials and the morning
sun will come with my faith
victory will be won so I
say to all let my God will
be done