When Chaos is king,

Illusions will bring,

Temptations at a masquerade ball.

The glamorous dresses,

Sharp buttoned suits,

Have a magic, That’s almost unreal.

But when you have Finished,

The magic will fade,

The deception of heart,

Will be real.

BUT WAIT . . . . . . . . .

All is not lost,

The keys to the quest,

Are locked up inside,

The heart in your chest.

The door behind me,

Is a perilous quest,

The greatest of all treasures,

May be found.

To find what you seek,

Join the humble and meek,

And forget not your sword and shield.

I give onto you a mighty sword,

And a shield of faith by your side,

If you partake of a humble spirit,

The Holy Spirit will be your guide.

Don’t forget the word,

In humility of heart,

Let the scriptures be your guide,

From everyday to start.

As you go to battle,

Kneel in humble prayer,

The lord will guide your sword and shield,

And angels will protect you there.

Pray in faith . . . . . . .