Which god is your's

I write to water the 'seeds unknown' which the broken Body of Truth has sown, through unlikley servants with Unclean hands. Who require renewal from the one God Man..' against contrary winds that chance' and smiling Demons that flit and dance, cajole and offer yet? That Condesend in pandering messages by air they send.' So much to offer! they'll fix you well.' They've a cure all It involves sin, delivered by drug you can share that win? You only have to have' ( the need ) a hunger? Some greed? Just always know you are important.' Until something Comes! and changes (that format!) You'll find theres not Another chance you must continue on in satans trance Kiss under the green of a 'cancer on trees' right through Christmas and old year leaves.' Just embrace tradition till The pagentry ends, the glitter has worn' Well? like drunken Bad friends..Yet amidst the turmoil.' the churn, and rush' Jesus is real you should know that much' his armies are Mighty! in His name, call out for renewal and He will send' 'less blame' Don't Chase the empty and dark cold winds, as flattering tounges in hell will recind..' No light of Creation there you'll Find! yet evil upon evil, your soul will bind.'