In serenades we call to the greatest:
In spirit and in truth.
All to you; we have surrendered:
tightly sealed; beyond reprove.
Who can break the bonds that bind us...
This beast: now on the loose..
Can he plant a seed?
However small, he is an imitator..
Getting in low, to spoil the flow;
Of what is being created...
You know his deeds, lies and creeds: and their destination.
To know the games: hear the claims: nations: false teachers..
A stepping stone up to the throne, sucking blood like a leaches..
Don't despair of the horns that are there: the ones with only a crown..
Only One: rides a white horse; he will cut them down.
But what am I really here to say, there's more behind the story-
Who is the one that gives the praise, that sings unto His glory?
The Word goes out, gave no doubt, to those who have survived...
The verses to them, of poetry and pen, are more than just desire...
To see his face across the ages; to catch his embrace: be kindled by the fire.
Problem is: who are the liars?
Little foxes: the ones that spoil the vine..
Chewing on our brain, to get into our minds..
Their crowning glory: the destruction of mankind..
Look! Look! I am the greatest: can't you see?
But down to the sides of the pit, they shall be.
The truth isn't haughty: no need to boast...
He is the Highest, we are His Host...
The horns sent to slay: guard your mind.
He made a new covenant: it has arrived.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Fantastic work.
Praise the Lord!
I say...
Very nicely worded in rhyme and flow it gives its message to all
Valiantstar, this unfolds as a prophetic spiritual call to discernment…horns, false teachers, and voices competing for power, all contrasted with the reminder that truth does not need to boast. The prophetic tone and scriptural imagery give the poem the feeling of a warning spoken across generations. Strong message here. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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