Buried down
in the ground
hidden away
wrapped in peace and safety
that banner that you display

Is your piece
that which you never brought out into the light

It is away from good use
preserved also
from your own dingy root

But when Hell and Death give you up
then it shall be complete
when you stand before the Judge
and bow your knee
then it shall be made known to you
who you really are
you are right
you are not for me
you are as tar

When they cast you
into the blackest darkness
then the talent shall have fully come

Just as there are three heavens
persay nearly dimensions
there is a talent and mina
and you and your party are the ones in dimentia
and you are the ones with vain imaginations
running in dark and slippery places
still thinking you are as the sun
but your idols will not save you
and you are surely done
though your fire and worm never vanquishes

There is only One God
He is Love
unto which you have never fully come
but have undone
He is the only God
Indeed other than Him
there are none

Of all of your develish works
I am the one who overcomes

It is His spoken words of which you are judged