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