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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oh, indecency what ruin you have sown! Once, this world trembled before the Almighty, once, men and women clothed themselves in honor, but now, nakedness is the new beauty, Extravagant is their new god and shame parades without restraint. A battle rages man against woman, woman against man, not for righteousness, not for truth, but for dominance in a game already lost to sin. The music of our downfall hums in the streets, where demons hum the chorus of our very destruction. perversion is called “art,” and holiness is mocked. You came in a mask, deceit wrapped in silk and gold they call it fashion, God calls it abomination. In the name of music, we pervert our minds with worldly tunes In the name of trends, we strip our souls bare. Skirts, keep getting shorter, Wigs, Strings that barely cling, breasts laid out as decorations, lashes pants hanging low, ripped jeans, baggy clothes Is it beauty, or is it bondage? For God calls it abomination How have we become so blind? Women, have you not heard? "Do not be a stumbling block to your brother." Yet you unveil yourselves to tempt, to draw eyes, to incite lust but he who looks and desires U, has already sinned with you. Women, you crown yourselves in gold, adorning your necks, your ears, nose, your fingers, as though Jezebel were your queen. As though darkness and light have fellowship. Jewelry, makeup, the painting of the flesh— do you not know? The Lord is your Maker! Yet you say, Let me alter His design, let me please the eyes of men instead.
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