The Magnificent Conquest
As I lay on my fluffy bed with my head tilted towards the ceiling, in trance, at dawn
I felt my hair rising as a consolating presence so still as water, envelope me.
A consecrated entity with face like the appearance of lightning and eyes of flaming torches
Sitting on a throne with fiery flames, burning wheels, arms and legs gleam like burnished bronzes
Illuminating brightly in our darkest times
Impeccable in power, sagacity and goodness
Jesus Christ, our redeemer and dear
Whose name conquers all demons, satan, foes
His words reverberated in my greasy ear
Ye, the devil in rancor and fury
comes to steal, kill and destroy
Sets confusion among nations with penury
Bombs, riffles, bloody monstrous sucker
Flashing you your highest desires when you are despondent
The dirty sees the weakness of man
Thirsty for beings with no contentment
Politicians, musicians, pastors
Hungry for power amongst clans
Writers, singers, educators and slanderers
Turning supercilious minds against their creator
With riches and stardom in exchange for their souls
But fear not
For who can battle with the lord?
The victory is of God, the one whose voice is thunderous
Protector and guardian to big and small
Light and lamp to feet and paths
Fear not,
Lights of the world
But put your confidence in Elshaddai
The road may be rough and tough. In Him you must wait
Ye, the dark forces roaming and seeking who to devour, do not shake or desecrate
Speak my extraordinary adoration to the people that every knee will bow,
Every tongue will confess
That God is crown over all
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Richie Kharis
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