Inflationary crisis, deflationary crisis,
Where will they turn?
Financial system in a mess,
Destination, crash and burn.
Caught in a webb of lies and Deception,
Not wanting the pain that comes with correction.
Robbing the poor to feather their nest,
"Look at me, I am so blessed."
Leading my people away from the path
How long did you think it could last!
The world being enmity with God,
The road they took is now a bog.
Forward, backward, in a mess,
To fix all problems we must confess.
Turn away from corruption for gain,
Rest in Him, avoid the pain.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2023 05:07
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A powerful write! A beautiful message that needs to be heard!
We are all parts of the body.
Do our best.
Yes - here in Uk, a politician says we can live on 30p lunches.
Then later reported he earns £186k a year, and says 'Oh, poverty's not too hard!'
he'll have to go - be given the boot!
Just you wait until the Uk General Election next year. Folk don't forget!
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