kingdom of the snakes

kingdom of the snakes

A Poem by RuseInex

walking in the spirit

in the kingdom of the snakes

armed with the armor of God

the holy spirit is my guide


in the shadows of the pyramids

the dried blood of stones

all around to all quarters

of its trembling spin

stained upon each worshipped stone

of the tainted earth

still screams for vengeance

against king snake

flying in pungent stench

cloaked masqueraded as the light

sulfurous clouds glowing

past and through

and into our own

from the 4 and 5th dimensional form

the plumed serpent king

bender, twister

of our own 3rd reality


the mayan gods

myriad names

for kingdom of the snakes

across the four corners of the compass

to the ends of earth

in the atmosphere dense above

surrounding

earth below

kingdom of the snakes


mountain dimensional force of fields

fissures, caverns, portal chambers

hiding

emitting

from within the hells below

kingdom of the snakes


human sacrifice

idols above and below

gone and come again

put on the full armor of God

his helmet of salvation

and shield of Faith

by which to quench

the fiery darts of the enemy

kingdom of the snake


living in the kingdom of the snakes

far off citadel

high in space

invisible place

in our face

against our skin

in our kin

at the peak of enclaved mountains

forbidden place


in the shadows

through the gates

far into the kingdom of the snakes


lift up your heads you gates

you princes who hold them shut

release them

that the glory of the King of Glory,

that he come in


the Coming of the Lord of Lords

who holds the keys to the abyss,

Master, king of the universe

against the kingdom of the snake


lift up your heads

vengeance is Mine

bringing Justice to the

kingdom of the snakes

The Lord Jesus, Son of God

says,

your redemption is very near

© 2017 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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