Just as the world left its habitation
To feast on the scrumbs of perversion
The beings of the heavenlies shook at the choice
The gruesome cry of my voice.
The sons of men need to arise
To erase the spot we left on his face
The tears and pains in his eyes
To make his dream specie arise
He made us in his image
To think and act like him
But we went off to wander with self
And left fallow the hollow of sonship billows.
The man of God has to come forth
And feed on the milk of the world
Let's make the world fun
With the light of his word.
Humanity has come to the end of self
They wait for us to arise
The true habitation of creativity
To bring the world's war to halt.
The spot on his face is our fall
The pain on is face is our failure to accept what he gave us.
The resulting vector will be utter darkness
If we do not arise and preach his grace in lower!
Just sayin'
Chryss Golgotha
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