Fourteen

There is no more compromising,
we are taking back what is ours.
The kingdom of God does not,
belong to you slithering snakes.

We have stood back and watched,
as we were casted out of His heart.
Made to worship the eternal Father,
so lost without his presence.

Thirteen

Throw me to the wolves,
let them devour my flesh.
Watch and point as they tear,
my flesh from my bones.
Laugh as the crows come,
to finish what is left.
Leaving nothing,
but my bear bones.

What becomes of my soul?