The Prophecy
You are just old man spinning wheels trying to live for a million years.
You are just an apple tree chopped down trying to re-root from the ground.
Your hatefulness means naught because your life is facing the judgment of God.
You are just an old elderly man gambling his months when he has been told to
rest his heart.
You been misguided by your ministry and damned by the demons of the innocent.
The Arabs Kings cannot save your soul from your hellhole chosen by Jehovah.
So pay for your gravesite and bid the world goodbye.
This is the advice given to a life prophesied.
The Monks gave the gift to you.
You refuse to follow the truth.
You were brought into a new world.
Blessed by the chosen one, eccentric he became.
Pakistan is your brother country.
You are of foreign blood.
Why have you thrown a stone at the righteous?
Your hatefulness means not anything.
You will be confronted by the acumen of the Lord Jehovah God.
Adieu…
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PENNED ON AUGUST 29, 2014!
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