Well, you should know I am a one eyed man...
Eye fixed on the ultimate plan...
Leaders come and leaders go.
They have their glory, it's all on show..
Ultimately, the lofty are brought down.
He has the throne, and wears the crown...
Will they learn?
If they only knew;
That all glory belongs,
To you know who...
If all people give him the glory
It could be written...
End of story-
We could enter into the promised age...
No more tears.
No more sorry.
Earth without end.
A new tomorrow.
He takes no prisoners who is wise?
The rod from the stem
The Branch from the root
His bow is bent
Straight arrows he shoots.
Spirit of council
Spirit of might...
Fear Him.
Be his delight...
The dimness shall not be
As at first in her vexation-
The great light they saw,
This time will roar;
Lion of the nations.
They joy like men in harvest
Like those who take the spoil...
Once removed..
Now reproved...
Ignited with the oil...
All high things
Judgement bound.
Spirit of burning
Bring their house down.
All that is lofty to the moles and the bats..
Not one escapes,
Though they scamper like rats..
His house exalted high on the hill:
The people flow to it;
Judgement now killed.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
If you had been born long ago you would be writing proverbs for the old testament. Yes politics is a dirty game and needs periodic cleaning. Good write.
There's nothing new under the sun.
I've not seen a lot of moles, bats, or rats lately!
Out of sight.
The people in their high castles do not care for others 2781.
Andy
That's because they serve other gods.
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