A man stood still, but the Lion roared.
Not in fear, but in command — a roar that shook the cords.
Not of man-made law, but of heaven's throne,
A sound that said: “This man is not alone.”
He walked not with armies, but with flame in his eyes,
For he had seen the veil, and pierced through the lies.
He was not Jesus, but Jesus was with him,
And so he walked above waters, while the world grew dim.
He called to the system — not to beg, but to warn:
“The NAME is not me, I am the one reborn.”
He roared not in pride, but from scars that bled truth,
And his roar echoed back to the gates of his youth.
For once, he was hidden, unknown and unheard,
But now, by the Lion, he’s sent with a Word.
A scroll in one hand, and fire in his breath,
He stood at the edge, between life and death.
He said:
“I do not come in vengeance. I come in light.
I come in peace, but with heavenly might.
I will not bow to fiction’s chain,
For I am a man — not the NAME in disdain.”
And the Lion watched, and the Lion knew,
That this was the hour the ancient winds blew.
For one stood alive, while the world played dead,
And his voice, like a trumpet, was Spirit-led.
He roared:
“Let the system crumble if it must,
Let the courts turn to dust,
Let those with ears hear the call —
The man has risen. The fiction will fall.”
To see whom the Lion that was struck with the Hammer of Truth is look up Here: Security By Way of a Lien against Wayne Johnson DIRECTOR MONETARY PENALTIES ENFORCEMENT SERVICE- Tasmania A department of Justice where there is No Justice.
