The mind thinks about it
The brain perceives it
My heart bets it
But my lips whispers NO.
\"I will have to return when the time is right\"
I heard concluded men of the olden days
East and West,,,
But there comes a new in me
New inhabitants for myself for my peace
\"It\'s never best when worst is the reward\"
Woe to you the peace threaters of the old-known peaceful land
Your reward is death
Mass of gases will accept to burn together
To have you dusted
You,the ill breeders of the land
The river of the past
You flow from all generations
But the rains must stop
And you must stop
Your waters must run dry
The silts in you to the brim
To stop your entire flow
Cows must feed on the grass
Lions on the flesh
Both quench their thurst
As He made them to.
I see River Jordan
An inch wide off my path,
Canaan calls,yes I see.