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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Blanket of deception tightly coils the minds of most, Unless you are enraptured by the Holy Ghost. Pockets of disaster Echo in their ears Bondage comes through doubt, unbelief and fear. Droplets of truth, Make up one big ocean of lies While injections of a suddenly Keep most at stand by. What will you do when the system fails? When everything you’re banking on bails What will you do when the pain outweighs the fun? When calamity hits you And there is nowhere to run. Dreams are in the pavement Your Security is in the breeze Your only hope for survival Will require you on your knees. Self-righteous pursuits Mindless endeavors Not once did you question Where your soul will rest in Forever. Bought into the fallacy That this life is actually reality Driven by a system set on fire Hailing a Father whose name means liar. Your enlightenment is an imitation He is one of God’s creations Stringing you along for his own stimulation. While you’re puffed up in your attire He’s laughing at what you have allowed to transpire. Lust for more Opened that door I would think twice about what he really has in store. For the hour is just about here And you grin thinking you got nothing to fear Oh, foolish generation You’re a product of vile manipulation Blinded by the masses I pray to God you grasp this What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world Then loses his only soul you know it’s an eternal black hole? All your intelligence made you quite dumb You lost sight of the truth for a temporary lump sum If your breathing there is still time But most have a reprobate mind The consequences for their iniquity May cost them their everlasting victory. By: Sabina Nicole
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