My people

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Come my people 

 

Interpret the art 

 

Foolish nations 

 

Seen as smart.

 

Thinking they can play the game 

 

Hit the big league 

 

Now to their shame 

 

Their sin like Sodom 

 

Proud and free

 

Emboldened now with blasphemy 

 

It is written 

It shall be so.

 

Heart hardened 

Conscience sealed 

 

A brood of vipers

An evil seed

 

Now embolden 

Applauded on stage 

 

What comes next I must confess will probably cause outrage

 

Peace taken in the dearth 

 

Darkness cast 

 

Woe to the inhabitants of the earth 

 

One another they will kill 

 

Evil takes heart

 

A bitter pill.

 

One comes 

Scale in hand 

To feed his children 

The promised land. 

 

Death and Hades follows 

One forth of the earth 

To kill with sword, with hunger, with the beasts of the earth. 

 

The souls of those slain cry out to God

 

"How long O Lord 

Holy and true 

Average our blood

For the sins they do."

 

For them on earth 

Bring on the curse 

There isn't any stay 

 

In the mire

No solid ground 

Must be swept away..

 

Dig down deep get your roots wrapped around the stone 

 

Drink the Ancients water

Make Him your abode...

 

The end is surely coming 

No one knows the hour 

But when it's here 

Let's be clear 

He has all the power. 

 

"What sort of a God is this!

To bring disaster to the earth?"

 

The same One that gave His son so we could have rebirth...

 

Evil kills evil 

Have no doubt 

If we are not with him

We are out.

The symbolism certain 

Prophesy exposed

Mary sings without a head

All will be deposed. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: July 29th, 2024 07:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Mutley Ravishes

    The iron age is melting. Thank God!

    • 2781

      Thou sawest till that a stone was cut out without hands, which smote the image upon his feet that were of iron and clay, and brake them to pieces.

    • sorenbarrett

      Armageddon you say? A powerful peace of death and destruction. Well written

      • 2781

        Who knows?? But the signs are ominous.



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