Black preachers casting spirits into hell. When I first saw my shadow, I wanted to yell. Who art following me, God is with you. Follow my words and verb phrases. I handed Moses the commandments, and John wrote about me. My dissertation on life is parallel to what God saw. Flesh being tested, lusting for material possessions, wandering eyes, and not keeping your eyes on the prize.
Repossession, the devil is coming to collect. Niggas still shooting and looting, our sacred reproduction and helpmate seems to seal their own fate. Lashes, scammers and, spend that radio election is imperfection. The vaginal shaft is corroded with seeds of thieves and dead spirits. Marriage is no longer sacred, spirits are no longer aligned. The trenches seem to be tearing society apart; it seems like God is saying I never knew you, depart.
Misalignment of politics and false profits leading the nation into temptation. Bet on red, the devil’s color. No one is concerned about the poor. War and misled deeds. We have all been deceived. Profits over souls, trolls of hatred and betrayal of an innocent man, where does God really stand, this nation was built on quicksand.
The mind is a terrible thing to waste. A baptism on cynicism, if we can’t comprehend what’s within. Lectures of the next coming of God and people are still chasing fantasies of how to rob. A cloak and a dagger pierced the heart. Only God can judge the heart. Repent from your wicked ways and follow God’s ways to a renewed start.
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