We hurt because we are of Adam's true seed.
They laugh and rejoice at our hurt; because, they are of their father the Devil.
We turn to the Universal God in our time of trouble.
They cast spells, lies, and offer acts of evil to their god: Baal-Zebub.
We die knowing we will be resurrected out of the grave yards, on that dark and goomy day; walking into the true and eternal light.
They live and grow to old age and die, surrounded by all they've stolen with their evil offsprings; Only to awake to the horror of a Black Jesus, with perpetual fire and death.
I hope for the judgement of the wicked and the restoration of what was stolen.
They have no hope; all they have, truly, is all the lies they've inherited from their fathers (Jer.16:19).
They have no hope, for the Universal God has love us: Jacob, and hated him: Esau- and all Idumea( Is. 34:5,6).
Behold, there's a storm coming...
Zarach
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