Where is the strong man? Who spoils his goods?
"By their fruits you shall know them."
Or at least we should.
Judge not: who is tearing down?
Where is the truth?
Is it here, on the ground?
First bind the strong man; then rifle his house: a house divided can't stand: it's the old divide and conquer; bought, buy, the precepts of man..
Who's right, who's wrong?
Does anyone understand?
I am here. I am there!
All wanting to be the bride.
The strong man is still the strong man:
His kingdom is still intact.
No Canaanite can enter.
That's a fact.
Doesn't come with observation; it's written in our heart's
Lies lay with vanity, to tear us apart.
The King judges: runs the whole show
He wrote it in a book, incase you didn't know...
To judge evil
Where is the spell?
The watchers watch the judges
The judge judges: all's well.
Now what is the trouble?
Can't see it; hear
Death with be swallowed
For those without its fear.
"Who is blind but my servant? or deaf, as the one I sent?
"He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: He that is filthy, let him be filthy still: He that is righteous, let him be righteous still: He that is holy, let him be holy still:"
"And behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give to every man according as his work shall be."
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
And here we all are, Humanity kicking at the goads!
Yes, it's hard to kick against the pricks.
Timely and weighty with excellent imagery and inclusions, rendered to effect with a haunting poignancy and concluded superbly. Thank you very much for sharing.
Very nice poem
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