I sound crazy, I war, I win, I conquer! I am a silent breed my word’s speaks louder from the rooftop of my mouth.

Thunder knows my name listen to he them when them speaks.

Enemies wins the battle not the war from the warrior.

The sun has shone with it’s pure design.

The son was not born to fear but to harm wickedness and it’s kind do you perceive it?

From the ends of the earth there’s a king with it’s kind. Read from the spring water’s that are riding upon the rising desert’s.

Power belongs to the son of man best believe it.

Now that’s a turn on to my fellow oppressed!

Fear not fellow brothers and sisters, “thousand may be on your side and ten thousand on your right hand but it shall not come nigh thee” it is written.

Observe the reward of the wicked holding up your peace.

I come by the volume of the book that is written of me, to do thy will!

Many say’s it’s a theme of the past, did they check any experience, or their evidence was to mock and scorn the oppressed.

Can I roar from the ends of the earth by the power of resurrection.

The traps and snares of the enemies are at stake.