A young prophet born to lead, everyone follows their own greed
Religion is the weapon and mankind their tools
What was once holy is now *****, keeping the masses blind folded
Spiritually condemning them and seeking their own favor

I plead to you my fellow christian...wake up the world is ending
Put on your holy armor lets go convert souls
From death to life from life to eternity ...
This is the Gift that God grants thee
The world is dying full of neglect
It only promotes violence, partying...death

Do not succumb to your weaknesses, pray to God he will fix this
Clean the dust from your Divine Armor and equip yourself with it
Let God use you and you will see that many will turn to God
Be an example to others and let the Holy Spirit guide you
Evil entities and spirits will try to reclaim you
But you belong to God now they cannot touch you

At the end of your life you will realize it was all worth it
You may be poor in life but rich in spirit
Let your light shine on the darkness that surrounds souls
Allow others to see that God exists within you
Perhaps you may save a soul today

We the Warriors of Light fight spiritually against demonic forces
We will eventually win this spiritual war God is with us
Don't lose faith brethren Let your tongue praise God
I hope you find an answer when reading this poem
Give God a chance that may be the greatest choice you will ever make in your Life.
©Franko the Christian Poet

Curse of a thousand year
Dear follower of darkness
Constricted and ashamed are the souls of the wicked
Dormant emotions fooled by vile peace
Wrathful demons...succubuses of darkness
Sacrimonious enchantments, fornicative souls

A trillion visions of the feeder of light
King of illusion, darkness, perdition
Why feed on the blood of the innocent?
Why feed on the words of the noble ones?
Child of doom prophet of chaos...

Oh vile Woman...Witches of destruction
Who has come to fornicate and defile
Silent killers dressed as nuns
Darkest of dark white blood in your hands
Why should this be endured?
Why should my mind flesh feed of your ghastly imagery, your seductive ways, your fornicative acts?

As I write this poem and words are portrayed in this paper I myself ask
Why is being a believer make us hated by the world?

Narrative stories, concrete facts
Now I portray myself onto paper
I am a noble. My heart enjoys peace a stary night, listening to the wind,
the birds human laughter...is this a crime?

God listen to me for I write again.

Hollowed spirit defiler of light
I have seen you come to the house of God and prey upon the living...
Lucifer temptor of mankind prince of darkness
How do I differ, how do I mend, how do I worship, how do I beg?
Spiritually you have come to attack me
My heart my soul my temple

I now dress as a warrior of light...
Holy armor I portray. Followers Of Christ unite talk to God,
for its Judgement shall be passed we remain holy.

Kingdom of righteousness, Father of Justice
Oh Jehovah I call upon your name.
Still water, serene spirit my mind...Is within me but the spirit of God
lives he has blessed me. I come to you all to share this poem
whom God has told me to write...I am fascinated am lost in words...
My heart is pumping my hand keeps moving, like a mighty
Mountain your eyes gaze at it's beauty Oh mystic like river, a trance
I sense within me, the graphite being spent here rejoices my every word.
I have held you long enough let me leave you this message
May the Lord be with you all of you let him into your hearts
For he will keep your soul safe and protect you from your own sinful
nature for the day you let him in, is the day your words become alive.
©Franko The Christian Poet 2016