Bright Morning Star (POEM)
May 23, 2017
Earth houses are sowing, lies are blowing.
The Bright Morning Star is the Son.
Do not be deceived, the BRIGHT MORNING STAR IS MY SON!
Yogis are flowing, making disciples twice the none, thinking their one with NO knowledge of the Son. Saying " Isn't this fun?"
Aches, and pains are in season. The Beginning of birth pains are upon us. Refuge and Redemption are near. From the loud speakers in our heart we SCREAM, THE KING IS NEAR, THE KING IS NEAR!
The liars say He is here. Do not fear, be merry and drink beer! Satan games lead to fame, pay homage to this king, kings, god, gods, lies, deception, liars!
For when He comes there will be no doubt, no signs, only His voice will count. The shepard to the sheep.
From the depths His richness will the reap! From the deep of sheols, from nonething but heap the faith walked He completed their leap!
Jesus is the Son not man. We couldn't, He said I will, and I can. He became a man. Only begotten, the Son. The Work was Finished, it was DONE.
Cry loud out to her. My love, the one I sent for with my Dove, througt the One I loved, the beginning and the end my Son. The ONLY real one.
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