At the hands of the law

Men choose to crawl,

To live work and play.

As night follows day,

As saints kneel to pray,

The mighty will tumble.

By Grace they fly free,

See from the trees,

Live His bidding to do.

Their shadows will fall

Ore the rotting cabal’s

Strange odorous flesh,

Adorned by Glory

To fulfill the story,

On His signal alight.

Tongues are not pleading;

Chords do the screaming.

Fierce claws rip the eyes out.

For evil so flagrant,

Justice is fragrant.

The unrighteous must pay.

Copyright 2023.    L.L. Shelton.