Once smitten, or was it smote,
the smiting of my enemy;
whom I extended my hand to,
in a gesture of true friendship.

They have hated me not because of me,
for they used to love me;
and welcomed me into their homes.

The hate they bear to me,
is hatred towards my spouse;
now they give it unto me.

They have hated Christ,
because he has convicted them;
exposing all their flaws,
thus wounding their pride.

The ones who say, "I,"
bear the mark of Satan;
and those who say, "not I,"
these souls are of Christ.

The sieve has been made ready,
gold shall be kept;
and what is worthless,
shall be cast away into darkness.

Power now descends from Heaven,
great power now descends;
the kind man has not seen,
from the fall of Eve.

Those who like to play with fire,
these shall all be scorched.

©2025 Lucretia Meerim Chosen One