Poem of a Psalm 2
Kings and queens are always laughing,
rulers eat, and kill the saints,
their blood is taking refuge, waiting,
under our God's wings, while the ungodly feints..
The ungodly sharpen their swords, and arrows in vain,
blaspheming the Father and the Son,
They kindle the wrath of the One Who will always continue to reign,
not knowing that the final battle He has already won.
The Lamb of God is waiting,
kiss Him, or lest His Father be angry, and you, forever gone,
forever cast away in darkness, paying,
for your attempts to kill the Creator, and escape the One you can never overthrone!
Amen, our Lord cometh!
