Filthy and polluted
She obeyed not
Nor recieved correction
I found her naked
Washed her clean
Gave her love and affection
Clothed now in scarlet
Misdirection.
Her prophets light and treacherous
Her priests have done violence to the law
Did you think I would see?
The fifthly rotten whore.
But justice is in the midst thereof
Every morning bringing judgement to light
To send out a warning
To those that might...
The unjust know no shame
He'll cut off nations
Desolate their towers
Bring their streets to waste:
Yes he is the power.
Like a pig to the mud
A dog to the vomit
It's happened before
I hoped she got it..
Surely they will fear me
He said
Recieve instruction
Or end up dead.
Wait upon me, I'll rise up to the prey, and all of the chaff will be blown away.
I'll gather the kingdoms
Bring them down to the valley
The bloated and gloating
Along with the snazzy..
And there I will pour on them My jealous indignation.
Yes my bride, I am patient.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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My friend, this is one heck of a powerful piece…fierce, prophetic, and utterly uncompromising. The righteous fury burns throughout. Excellent write, Valiantstar! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Your name might as well be Isaiah or maybe John from Revelations. Well written in good style
This one gave me the shudders!
All prophesies work as long as they don't have a date on them
Especially for me. I am like sgt Schultz
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