Just Justice

We fight hopelessly in the battlefields,

Barely considering that the judge is observing, unseen.

The red cloaked bulls clank their swords,

But He knows the futility and waits.

In His palace of undeniable justice, he sits in his chair,

Gently knocking the gavel to silence.

Afterwards, the alluring lie begins to lord over the disciple of the Gospels,

The blind multitude support and the devils exalt their pride floating chests,

But it's an undeclared victory...

The Archangel, in his courtroom attire smiles at the chair,

Meanwhile, the retainer prays patiently with a face

Full of chronicled tears of faith.

He looks at the deprived devotee as a witness,

And in a blink of a teary eye, peace takes over.

The cosmos closes the door to evil.

The gavel knocks, the case closed.

For He is the only begotten Son of God...

And "He judges the world."