You are the grave maker
Soul shaker
Burger of hopes and dreams
Extinguisher of light’s bright beams
You went off with the other bold
Before my grace was cold
She pushed me in
As you dug it out in sin
Treachery in low places
A man with no spaces
In his heart for the good
Only robbing graves for food
Sex food
Love rust
Soil maker
Worm shaker….
They grew up together in ignominy
Thinking they were someone really free
Wrapped in the chains of a fake culture
One rejects one embraces the vulture
Of the right and not the perceived wrong
Not a sound or glimmer of the sacred song
They say they sing but silence abounds
Except for the singing of the rock clowns
Unfriendly, unsociable they grew up small
In human terms they appeared so tall
Strange forms and strange silent ways
Not an object, not a thing
A sword that mighty fights everything
That is evil in our human hearts
Rooting it out until it smarts.
Hold it tightly to your chest
Protect your heart in your breast
Gird it in your waist so tight
It will hold your life right
Shod your feet with its precious message
Telling other of the free passage
Into eternal life so glorious
Join the Everlasting immortal chorus
Grasp the sword with both hands now
Out of the scabbard to fight how
The Spirit within shows you to
Lunge and stab the enemy though.
Practice always make it real
The powers of death cannot assail
You couldn’t be safer anywhere
The sword in your hand and the Spirit there.
The disease is now rampant
Affecting our nearest and dearest compliant
The twist of deceit, the distal principle
Driving us far beyond the realms of spiritual.
Into the jaws of certain death
Taking to itself the very whisper of breath.
Turn away and leave them all standing
Save yourself from the fate of those handling
The dangerous death that never cheats
Taking everyone behind the wall of sheets
It spreads like a universal fire
Through every branch and briar
Down the labyrinthine channels of nerve, vein and fibre
Root it out and put it away forever.
She bears it well, the cross of gloom
Carries herself across the room
Content to lean against a wall
And wait for what will surely fall…
The day of judgment falls on the Royal Knight
She eternal life has won in the fight
On Calvary’s cross the depths of hell
We’re conquered there for her as well.
The forest fire is sin and death
To abandon all condescension as the Book saith…
Swashbuckling princess of the royal brigade
Never out of focus or out of shade
Attentive and immediate course of action
For the Queen’s elegant fashion.
Bright, debonair, fast and furious
A royal courtier so very precious
Elevate her, in ways understood
By peer succession, a sisterhood.
A diamond, for sure, to sharpen the edge
Of despair and bring light, clarity and vision.
She sits enthroned in her mortal room
Colour dancing around the room
When in control the Queen is she
All the time, naturally.
When he takes over, all, is undone
There’s nothing new under the sun
She fades away, becomes less and less
The skelp, emerges back from the mess
That once was her life but now is gone
She lives now in the new early dawn
Of a new life that has lasted for years
Gone are the sorrows, the bitterness the tears.
She dances wildly around the room
Acting out her daily gloom
It’ll soon be past and the future certain
Plenty success before the final curtain.
The power lines up at the back
Two queens without lack
Of majesty and dominion
Over the pawns minion.
Two Queens, Two Kings, in the back row
Two Bishops, knights and rooks crow
Ready for the onslaught of the pawns first move
The first pawn slides forward two
The opposing one checks it too
It will be the long night of sorrow
A long time until tomorrow
But it will come, since Queens and kings must fall
The battle is won by the board master after all.
Two Queens will fight it out
Two Kings will suffer rout
Two Bishops put to flight
Two Knight will never fight
Two rooks crow will fade to pale
At the army of pawns on the table.
Two Queens can leave the board
But Kings never do they only fall
And great is that fall, only one remains tall
And mighty, the conqueror of all…
The enemy is not the black or the white
He is in the air and pesters with all his might.
He is the Prince of the Power of the Air
And conquers all who at him will stare.
The battle lines are drawn up
They’re ready and tooled up for the cup
Of suffering they will surely drink
Teetering dangerously on the brink
Of certain disaster, help far behind
No one is there to pay them any mind.
Stand along the back, menacing look
Watch the Queen, we’ll take her with the rook
Sliding forward unawares
She gently succumbed to the many affairs
She has to deal with to get to the king
She’s off the board now, troubling
Wait for the lonesome pawn to come
Then again released you become
The Queen of Terrors, they locked you up
The cup of blessing you will now sup
A powerful play to stem the battle flow
Slipping down the laddered board you go…
The Prince is beaten, the only one
Who could hold a candle to the Son
Now defeated cast in chains
Victory now is all that remains.!
Trembling on the edge of doom.
The battle commences across the room
Fighting in the back row amount the royals
The pawn rubs his hands now he has the spoils
Who will win this tragedy
Who will watch the symphony
As the pawns take over the board
Defeat of death is assured
The Queens and kings are marching still
To another drum beat up the hill
Of difficulty to reach the top
And being there they have to stop.
