We woke up in 1987 To felled. Trees and hurricane winds ,
and a weather forcast that went down in the annals of infamy .
The spin a doctors. Went to war in the year two thousand and three ,
as nature awoke from its coldest winter.
As storm clouds and war pigs gathered ,
a killing machines wheels started to turn.
War mungers at number 10 turned young family's dreams of sunflower fields
Into sodden clumps of blood .
Man now a corpse of pleasure , Godless , unholy , rash ,
Filled with love of self , God haters , lovers of money , wealth and power .
Feasting under a new moon , gorging on raw meat , yet detestable to God ,
Yet flickers by the light of a fire .
Portals of blood flow from their open wounds
, iniquity lies like a harlot beside them .
Pride is no more than a grizzly bear they have cought and chained to a log of wood .
A statue lies in a thousand pieces ,
Only for them to crawl back into the woodwork , finding nests in Europe and the new World .
They are like false teachers
Offering heaven for a song ,
The Christ plus charlatans
Private jets , God will cure ,
prosperity and healing cures .
So when the wolf has fled ,
and your lying on your bed
And sickness draws takes a bow.
When atheists come a knocking ,
Keep your Bible open , never let it shut ,
Question every spoken word .
For at satans gate lions wait
To pick on the weak and the lame .
Dead meat to the hungry wolf , who smells blood in the heat of the night .
So run with the pack ,never looking back
Fix your eyes on Christ
On him alone .
God Bless X
Book of Jude
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
We woke up in 1987 To felled. Trees and hurricane winds ,
and a weather forcast that went down in the annals of infamy .
The spin a doctors. Went to war in the year two thousand and three ,
as nature awoke from its coldest winter.
As storm clouds and war pigs gathered ,
a killing machines wheels started to turn.
War mungers at number 10 turned young family's dreams of sunflower fields
Into sodden clumps of blood .
Man now a corpse of pleasure , Godless , unholy , rash ,
Filled with love of self , God haters , lovers of money , wealth and power .
Feasting under a new moon , gorging on raw meat , yet detestable to God ,
Yet flickers by the light of a fire .
Portals of blood flow from their open wounds
, iniquity lies like a harlot beside them .
Pride is no more than a grizzly bear they have cought and chained to a log of wood .
A statue lies in a thousand pieces ,
Only for them to crawl back into the woodwork , finding nests in Europe and the new World .
They are like false teachers
Offering heaven for a song ,
The Christ plus charlatans
Private jets , God will cure ,
prosperity and healing cures .
So when the wolf has fled ,
and your lying on your bed
And sickness draws takes a bow.
When atheists come a knocking ,
Keep your Bible open , never let it shut ,
Question every spoken word .
For at satans gate lions wait
To pick on the weak and the lame .
Dead meat to the hungry wolf , who smells blood in the heat of the night .
So run with the pack ,never looking back
Fix your eyes on Christ
On him alone .
God Bless X
Book of Jude
Based on 2 Timothy ch 3,1-9. Olso thanks to paster keithsv talki based on 2 Timothy ch 3
