That Stench
Yahweh is pleased when those He made,
can live in oneness like a braid.
Such harmony like incense sweet
is cherished at his judgement seat.
This unity that makes God glee
reflects that of the One in Three.
No wonder then that man’s discord
Is so offensive to the LORD.
What stench is that which fouls God’s nose?
that flows from those who His will oppose.
Division’s odor reeks with hate
and heralds man’s impending fate.
‘Twas not the threat from foreign foes,
that caused Rome’s demise and woes.
Internal division and strife
ended that great empire’s life.
A house divided cannot stand,
nor can a state where hate is fanned.
The stench of death is getting strong
We’ll soon be singing requiem’s song.
What is that stench which now I smell?
As a nation hastens to hell.
The acrid smell from virtue’s burn,
pervades the air as strife’s winds churn.
Soon smoke would rise from burning tires
as vile men burn their foes with fires.
The wickedness of man’s heart is great,
Those who sow division stir up hate.
Do not suppose that such a fate,
cannot befall states rich and great.
Let Hitler’s memory suffice,
to warn of mankind’s vicious vice.
America! wake up and heed
the omens clear for all to read.
Return to God, start walking straight,
‘Tis how you’ll stay a nation great.
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