King of Righteousness

Thorns lament The daunting face of a beggar one that smiled at a child understanding words through insight merits You become the barb wired fences where to the blind idiots holding guns a man of understanding acquires skill cursing the innocence for even breathing there it becomes the victim of obsession a word to the wise in their riddles Torn asunder everything and the streets become a battleground let us wantonly ambush the innocent swallowing them alive like those who go down to the pit Scarred are the children looking down one barrel with a man holding the trigger I hold back my feet from their path The truth is the greatest nerve shot as they make haste to shed blood such are the ways of all who get gain by violence To violate the rights of another I am bitten by the by the sword of injustice wisdom cries aloud speaking where fools hated knowledge God gave us the word and strength to use it wisely good council has been ignored The sweet talking sting of a scorpion you will eat the fruit of your ways What has ended will become better in the end… every trumpet carries the truth inside it blasts when panic strikes like a storm Disfigured in the course of our minds sated with their own devices We all in the end are prophesying our way to peace without dread of evil