The Last Thing
Says the Lord,
I am against you!
A sword is drawn
     from its sheath. 
It's point waits at
     your throat. 
It matters not who
     holds the hilt. 
The time has come
     to sigh. 
Indeed, it's time
     to cry. 
It's blade is polished
     like lightning
          to flash...
The last thing those
     who despise My
          Son's scepter
               will ever see. 

Ezekiel 21

by J Alan R
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