Flashback Friday Poetry: Chaos

without tardiness, the measure is done
it is safe to say the battle is won
all villains and enemies will crumble
by My hand, all in My path will tumble
do not jest in ridicule unto Me
for it is I who will let your soul free
only true and just warriors may pass
justice and honor are why they will last
I am the battlefield; I am the blade
in the heat of war My image won’t fade

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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