As he sat in his house with the elders before him
The hand of God fell there upon him
God's appearance on fire glowing bright in his glory
Pure Spiritual chemistry All elements dissolved before Him
Fire that cleanses spirit and soul
No gods can stand
Total control
Confirmation He is superior
Nothing can withstand the fervent heat
Pure power
Spiritual elite
His crown and His glory
Most think it's a fable
But they are fools
At one with Him is cool
They hide in the shadows casting their spells
But they are no challenge
His fire is hell
So don't be misled the future is clear
His bride He will call
Cleanse yourself now before the fall
The image of jealousy it may rise
But He has determined
Their demise.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2023 05:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Ezekial 8
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There and soon the day of reckoning shall bless and assail one and all at the feet of the Worthy One.
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