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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- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: January 17th, 2025 10:55
- Category: Unclassified
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