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The "world" jokes on


Matthew 19:17 

17 So He said to him, “Why do you call Me good? No one is good but One, that is, God. But if you want to enter into life, keep the commandments.”

 

 

Fake (world)

 

Determined to fail ... determined to fall.

The world jokes on ... in all things small.

No escape from destiny's grip

as all it shows seems a useless trip.

 

Since the Fall ... destruction reigns.

Nothing pure ... all is stained.

“Built on greed” appears in gain.

no more sunshine only rain.

 

Justice tipped ... to one side.

No more balance ... only fright.

" Truth " is sold for a mite

to enslave the very bright.

 

Now they rile ... from the mind.

Pulverized sense ... densely grind.

The false hope of every kind

in the existence of the blind.

 

They will accept ... that fatal view.

selling life ... having no clue.

Successful bound but to live a "mute"

while rattling on about "own" good.

 

Jan Wienen

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