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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