then on the edges of sharp
edged sword,
you'll tread, pouring out
your blood for HIS glory,
no swords dream in ploughshares,
you'll lose a life !
for HE promised,
i came to bring the sword,
"peace ain't my thing "
then it's all paraphrased !
walk your line,
dare save your life, you'll lose
it at the ruthlessness of a roaming
roaring sinfulness of a lion,
the Lion hate the KINGDOM
don't dream a good fate,
rather the injustice,
of a justice-miscarriage,
"you'll be laughing-stock"
don't dare prove ignorance,
of THE NAME , it will all
be wasted hope ,
the way across,
through whipping,
curses and spit,
slaps wait at every corner,
but it all ends in a paradise,
with everything amuse ,
©Michaelw
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