Refuge

To you that held me in captivity,

Chained I was to a past with no future, hungry I stayed as you feed me the lies that creep across the waste land, with no conscience or recognition of its actions. A thirst that never once was quenched, but you left a taste of bitterness that quivered down my spine tingling hatred throughout my body, My eyes sought the darkness that carried a burden, which strained the depths of my soul, The ache of My ears at the sound of your voice corrupting my inner man, crushing him, leaving him lifeless, AS A CORSPE  I was left to hang like a decrepit trophy mounted on your deceitful rooted wall, along with the others you won so maliciously.

In the mist of annihilation, Refuge stood amongst me, the fear that build in your eyes, brought about a rage that was forced upon Refuge leaving his body mingled, the threat that flowed through your veins pierced Refuge hands and feet, jealousy that glared from your eyes speared a hole in Refuge side, that released a wicked gloat that caressed your callused heart, and the sound of Refuge taking his last breath, crowned your darken spirit with a inner triumph.

As Refuge laid there lifeless with his arms spread open, you watched his blood dripped from his body with astonishment, and like a imbecile trapped in its own tangled web, you failed to realize, you where the pawn that foolishly led his team into checkmate, for each drop of blood that was shed, it awakened the souls that you held in captivity.

For I, along with many others felt the chains break from our wrist, after each drop of refuge blood, and our hunger was turned into fulfillment, by the manna that fell from the heavens gates, a cup over following with milk and honey was gifted to us, that forever quench our thirst, The Greatness that is in He, now lives in YOU cried the Holy Spirit as He resurrected our inner man.


Now I stand, like a roaring Lion in the path of my destiny, this territory in which I stand upon belongs to me,  as the leader of my pride, I know my call and who I am distend to be, with the crown of my mane I stand Victoriously on the hills of Zion. For who so ever enters with the attentions to kill, steal, or destroy, will be mauled and devoured! For it is written Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God. "For Vengeance is Mine says the Lord."
                                             Romans 12:19