The 16th Year- Part 1
In the 16th year
In a world of heathens the blood has dried on the streets in the wars have ceased yet there's one more battle to be rocked Humanity has lost its hope in the year 16
For it is 2222 February 2nd of the year 2022
Year 16 and apocalyptic scheme has the king of the world bows down to no one he rules with the cold steel hand almost bow down in the worship Him for the absolute some longer the truth there's no one but the impoverished it's absolute freedom was freedom ran freedom can hurt this new prosperity in an absolute kingdom this new world order this monarchy King of the land has rhythm he has rhythm he has risen and he's dancing on the heads through the souls of the populace he now holds in the year of 2222
1/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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