Disturbed
Satanic occults stretch there black hands through the dark,
practicing there black magic, nothing left of them, hollow as dead tree bark
yet its a problem to read your bible in public places, or proclaim the gospel,
to them,
Jesus will come with pounding revelations
martial law sets in place
we become herded cattle
pigs gathered In a filthy place
shepherds of shame,
misleading the sheep, still they claim there not the ones to blame
watch as the risen Babylon comes
nothing it ever was
rejoice when the time comes for its final crumbs
these visions awaken within me rage
want to go Ghost rider
whip them all, make them remember the name
(John 2. 13-22 Making a whip of cords, he drove all of them out of the temple, both the sheep and the cattle)
"Zeal for your house will consume me."
I'd rather die
than have them take me Alive
for them I will not change
see the links
in these coming chain
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2016
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