To those who have inflicted the vulnerable and the innocent with many pains
The second judgement is upon you
For still, you do not listen
The sorrow of those who followed you into heartache and suffering because they knew no better and you tended to the vulnerable with hate, dishonor and disrespect,
You shall be expelled from them forever
There is garbage and refuse that surround you
It’s stench offends us
There is no incense of perfume that can cover your putrid acts
The hearts that you have laid bare with the intent to destroy and mock
Shall be raised up and glorified for their integrity, their truth and their innocence
But the wound that you inflicted we shall heal
But it shall never close over again
The world will honor the grief and the suffering of those unmistakable wounds
For you have sealed your name upon them
Your lust for power and recognition shall be granted
As the perpetrator of the wounded
And the survivors of your conniving schemes and false care, shall thank you for releasing them to the knowledge of their worth and their value and they shall now have sight
For they have learnt the value of the heart
They have learnt what love is not
They have learnt what goodness is not
They can now discern between lies and truth
For if it were not for your evil deeds
Mankind would never discern the difference between what is good and what is evil
The wounded shall feast from a plentiful harvest
But you shall never be able to discern between good and evil because although you enjoy good fruits, you despise its appearance
You shall also have a harvest, but it shall be a harvest of famine
The Universe bestows upon you the evil fruit that you so desperately pluck
And the wounded can now harvest from the tree with the knowledge of which fruit is good and which fruit is rot
You have handed them the keys to the Universe and all the power that it contains, that you have so desperately craved
Little Wren 