Fulfill the Judgment
Spoken Word by Mikey & V
They told me not to judge.
Said it like a gag order.
Like holiness meant holding my tongue
while the world swallowed lies whole.
But I’ve been judged.
I’ve been crushed.
I’ve been burned into alignment.
And now I see.
Now I speak.
Not from a throne—
but from the ashes.
Not from pride—
but from process.
You think judgment is destruction.
I know it as deliverance.
Because the only ones fit to judge
are the ones who were first cut by the same blade.
This isn’t condemnation.
This is clarity.
This is saying:
“I know that spirit—
I wore it once.”
And now I call it out
because I refuse to let it chain another.
I don’t judge to feel righteous.
I judge because I’ve been wrong,
and I lived to tell the story.
I don’t call it sin to shame you—
I call it what it is
so you can finally walk free.
This is the sword in Michael’s hand.
This is the roar of holy authority.
This is what Jesus meant when He said,
“You will judge the world.”
Not with hatred—
but with healed hands.
Not to destroy—
but to divide darkness from light.
Final Word:
I come not to abolish judgment—
but to fulfill it.
To walk it out in mercy and fire,
to echo the sword that once pierced me,
and now flows through me.
Because I’ve been sanctified by truth—
and now I swing it like freedom.
Fulfilled.
And unafraid.

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