The people worship the work of their hands.
It was prophesied long ago when all humanity gets caught in an evil flow.
Blinded by illusion the riches never came.
Just a pox on both their houses with no one else to blame.
The day of the Lord will come and on that day we'll know
When the lowly are exalted and the high ones take a blow.
Man's loftiness and haughtiness will be brought down.
And on that day exalted,
The King with many crowns.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2023 01:25
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Good write 2781.
I thought you were idoling around (idle). lol.
My wife would be in agreement!
For sure there are those who need to be taken down a peg or two!
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