Who's who?

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Spoke unto the father's by the prophets 

 

Now spoken unto us by his Son 

 

Where is the schism?

 

Isn't there one?

 

Appointed heir of all things 

 

Co maker of the world's 

 

The brightness of his glory 

 

Should not be ignored 

 

At the right hand of the Majesty on high 

 

So much better than the angels 

 

An inheritance obtained 

 

Some say fables 

 

Excellent in name 

 

To which of the angels did he say 

 

At any time 

 

You are my Son. 

 

His will be done.

 

Every knee shall bow 

 

And Every tongue confess 

 

And of his soul 

 

His children are blessed 

 

His first begotten into the world 

 

His angels spirits 

 

His ministers a flame of fire 

 

The LORD OF HOSTS. 

 

(can't get any higher)

 

Righteous is the sceptre of his kingdom 

 

Consuming the thieves and the liars 

 

Anointed with the oil of gladness 

 

Comes to set the world on fire 

 

He laid the foundations of the earth 

 

Do we labour in vain?

 

Will he not bring forth?

 

The pains until now have brought forth wind..

 

No deliverance in the earth 

 

Secret sin?

 

Flaunt it like Gomorrah 

 

But when the Son shines in 

 

The world will be fallen.

 

Enemies perish 

 

The death of the wicked is not something to cherish 

 

But he shall remain 

 

To him be the glory 

 

His Spirit goes out 

 

Revealed in the story...

 

Your years shall not fail, sit at my write hand: lying spirits are sent to fools: give the command. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 9th, 2026 02:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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