Count on the counterfeit
A man of peace, will go to the throne; after much war.'
Through avenues un-known, Abrahams descendants
Will set the stage.' a (glorious temple is to be manmade)
All the earth will groan in pain, yet a remmenant will
Stand, under great strain.' Witness to such powerul
Signs, although indeed false; many will find persuasion
To worship under force, of (death laws) when life and
Choice 'the Door' the only One the only way.'
When the dark god reigns, yet approches the day.!
Let the heavans fall, let the sun be black.' A bloody
Moon; the whole globe wracked. The end of lust the end
Of ire, no world dominion.' No fierce fire; for those He's
Ransomed.' On the Rock will stand' un-shakable soldiers
Of the 'Great I Am'
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2024
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