My colors
My colors are pure and not as you try to erase
Fed lies in discord and wretched bad taste
You theif at the chance to claim in the sight
Have you no understanding this game is not right
Many have claimed to be THE ONE
I claim and seek nothing but his WILL BE DONE
The Knights they know and are ready to take aim
They guard the temple, legacy and secrets all the same
Boasting you do well thats is on you
Facts before fiction I solemnly swear to be myself everywhere
KIndness is on thing Compassion a must
Wicked well they wont acheive dust
People give into and think Hell is in control
Read your bible and scriputure of Judas the Pias keeps and hold
Yes im calling out YOU the fake Catholic Rome
Shame on your lies you keep and hold
Pope Francis I ask? Why were you inserted?
Benedict received letter and he knew so he deserted
Not since Pope John Paul our Patron Saint
This place has gong to Hell and most took the bait
I wont cowar or hide shame my face from his light
You moleste not only publically my body but my mind my sight
Gods mercy shall come but to only a few
Head this poem I penned for all of you
Michala Anna 10/23/2020 WWIII @ 12:59pm