I will praise your name:
Faithful and True...
And sing of all the things you do.
A fortified city you make a ruin...
Never to be rebuilt.
The stones are strewn.
Songs are heard to the ends of the earth-
"Glory to the righteous!"
Woe is me!
The treacherous ones have dealt treacherously!
Comes your rebuke:
The fear;
The pit;
The snare.
O inhabitants of the earth:
Upon your the bear.
Reel like a drunkard..
Totter like a hut..
Punish the exalted ones
Knock them off their perch..
Bring the lofty down...
The kings of spin and merch..
Gathering people together,
Prisoners in the pit..
They will be punished after many days,
You can be sure of it.
Then the moon will be disgraced,
The sun will be ashamed.
And he will reign gloriously...
Releasing from the cage..
The appointed time
He comes.
Reigning from Mount Zion
Exalted as one.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Good write 2.
Now corny joke from me. 'Bleurgghh Pepper in the salt pot! Yes, it's an ex-salt pot!' lol.
Not fit for the dung hill?
I hope I don't get it mixed up with table salt. lol.
Superb
We have been waiting for the visit for some time now, I sometimes wonder if he forgot to set his alarm and has overslept.
I think his timing could be perfect.
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