Why put your money in bags with holes?
The pays poor, and in the end can lose your soul.
Work your first job, eat, drink, enjoy the fruits, take your rest.
But if you take on this 2nd, give it your best.
Run your race with endurance, profits more than gold!
Honour your employer, give him no disgrace, eat his flesh, drink his blood, shine like his face.
Take the scroll, gobble it down, sweet to the taste.
Secrets abound...
Life is his, in him abide, be the branch that feeds from the vine.
Find true joy, nothing in this world compares to it,
To server the King, to call your kin.
"Come to the waters, come buy and eat, buy wine and milk without money."
"My yoke is easy and my burden is light."
With the strength of the ox, power and might.
There's provision enough, an abundance of all.
Job offers open! Just answer the call.
Won't find it on Facebook, it's not for the masses.
He's calling his people, the scattered and tattered.
They that they bound with their spells and lies.
When it's time to get even, it will be a surprise.
See their slaves will plunder them, when he raises his hand,
And he will restore his righteousness and reign in the land.
Yes, we are his heritage, living his word,
A peculiar people, seen as absurd.
The battles not easing, it's only begun, and it's not to late to join in the fun...
You won't have billions or dollars for sure, but you will see the riches, if you open the door.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 16th, 2023 09:48
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
Comments2
LoL I see the funny side here. 💖
It's good clean fun!
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