Ask the question-who's am I?
What is truth, what's the lie?
Ten thousand teachers..for those with ears:(
What is the dilemma, what's the delay!
Where is the Light, what did they say?
It could get confusing, tossed to and fro; carried in the wind of doctrine: it's cunning you know..
Children taken by the sleight of men: laying in wait to deceive..
'I know the truth is within you and only one can lead'...
Strange days indeed:
Many now running to and fro, and knowledge is increased..
'How's that going, found peace?'
Claims made: false prophets rise.
If iniquity abounds, love grows cold:
Lord here! Lo there!
Does anybody know?
Who's are you, what's the plan?
'Just sojourners, beheld the man.'
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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We are sheep in search of a shepherd and we latch onto who seems the strongest
Insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect.
Makes sense since we all are deceived
That's correct, deceives the whole world.
Valiantstar, this carries a searching weight…question after question, and it doesn’t rush to answer them. It just sits in that tension. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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