BLOOD SHED CRIES
Blood shed cries are falling upon land of man
let your unceasing earnest prayers be made
oh suffering, sad humanity
look what you have done
your hate and jealousy made a war,
Why don't your hear the words
of the Sovereign Lord Jehovah?
Look! oh men on sandy lands
you are doing the work of your Father the Devil,
but God Jehovah will make a place
for His little flocks to stay,
Oh you man made war you call Armageddon
is starting to arrive in fount of your eyes;
house of Israel are doing what are you thinking?
you play your games in darkness holding hate in your hearts
your acts are making war making bleed shed
holding on to killing machines
but not holding on to Jehovah God Words,
Jehovah will put a hooks in your jaws of his haters
oh, evil ones making attacks
your fighting will not last
you pull your hate under the wheel of lies
you hateful men are acting like wild beast in the night
you will fall very hard on hot sand
of blood stains of man in a war you will not win.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)
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