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Brethren


brethren

Or should i say,so called brethren

look down on the man who curses the one we call Immanuel, Hosanna, Lamb

are the same ones who has denied him before the rooster crows

no better than the drunken Christian, no better than Jezebel herself

who is true in this world? the Cannibal or the heathens?

Why is it that the only ones who can get it right in this world are everything else but those created in his image?

I guess one will never know until our lives from the flesh are over

When our souls reach it's deserving designations

And if we see some familar faces and not all

Then at that moment, we will know

 

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