The End Game

Jousting and fighting; a daily struggle;
Missing pieces from this Spiritual puzzle.
Pushing and fighting, negative forces unseen.
Assassins which toy with humanity night and day,
Our wonderful Creator shamefully gets the blame.

These minions shall see their demise!
When the End Game begins with our Savior, arise!
Kings of the Creator take your swords,
Shine them, polish them, hone your dueling skills.
For you shall cut them;
Vanquishing their reign forevermore!

Deceitfully, they have laughed and scorned,
Humanity's ability to fight on their own.
The final count is coming,
The reason for evil's rampant running.

All without understanding fear the worst.
The world coming apart, with decay it bursts.
But, the reign of horror shall cease,
Fallen angels - meet with decease!

For renewed kings of their Creator,
Will fight you, in the Game of the End.
Like a seasoned boxer pounds an opponent,
Shall these weakened become strong.
These you have killed with the sword,
Peril, and strife, will cut off the ruling head,
Snake - take your bite!

You defied the Creator of All-
Left His wonderful creation to take the fall.
Useless are your attempts,
To control the world as your own,
O One of Contempt.

Servants will be avenged,
You orchestrated their last stand.
But you shall be caged and enraged,
At His final command.

All you judged, shall judge you in the end,
Never feeling the pain,
Of your gnashing teeth again!

The innocent will never die,
At the prick of your cold, harsh hand.
Wisdom will rule, all lies will end.
Victims, never again!

For many were torn with shame,
Everyday struggling against the blame.
Victory will stand in their courts,
At the End Game, of you all, we'll make sport.

The Creator King and his court,
Winners of the End Game.

Delsia Marie Hall