
Our time has come, Lucifer.
I beckon to thee, if you dare, face me now.
For your days of roaming and time of slithering about have come to an end; the Lord has delivered you into my hands, and I shall cut off your head.
I have stained my blade in the Blood of the Lamb, and with one stroke, you shall drown in His blood.
I decree by the blood of Christ you cannot have my birthright nor my husband’s and children’s, and the defeat you suffer by my hands shall secure one thousand generations, no, ten thousand generations.
I declare my lineage is secure; thus, my heritage cannot be uprooted.
The time has come, Lucifer; face me now!
The battlefield has been prepared by the Lord my God, for I am ordained to shake the foundation of every scheme you have plotted against my lineage and heritage, and on this day, you will be remembered as the Fallen One.
I decree Lucifer, this defeat that you suffer will condemn you to an eternity of fleeing from wherever and in whoever my blood flows. Where I am, and my blood is, you cannot be nor can you touch.
Come now, Lucifer, if you dare, for my victory is sure! I decree by the word of the Lord that only God can rival me! Thus, no spirit or man can bring me under.
My great foremother told you to come not nigh, and you challenged her word; now you must suffer her namesake.
You rose against my bloodline in the name of war and a battle God has granted you on this day, for it is His great pleasure to see me walk in my power, which is His power gifted unto me; yes, Lucifer, I am no ordinary woman, I am the Righteousness of God.
~ The End
About the Creator
Anne R.
Life is a fable.
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Comments (1)
One of the nicest poems I've read today.