And they made grain into spirits,
To drive their chariots,
Winded promises, their lips spoke,
Children crying alone in the deserts,
Starving of their brothers affection,
Winds of their spirits made deserts in,
Their far places celebrate Gods riches,
Yet they did not share,
The angels of death upon the world,
They came with fire and starvation,
Idols of things they made bountiful,
Destroying all living things,
Stewards of death they were,
Now the rains and floods washed all away,
As they await deliverance by the Lord,
In the book it said, brains and intellect,
But no heart they have, no soul,
All is washed away, but not their sins,
Paradise has no place for them,
For they destroyed theirs
We must learn that to help others is to help ourselves, and put those thoughts into action! Your thoughts are inspiring to those who care, J-H!
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke
For they destroyed theirs
We should all weep, for Paradise Lost.
Georg
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU