Psa 82; Isa 45:5; 14:12-21
Nafumi and Raphtalia - Shatter Me
Depeche Mode - Where's the Revolution?
1.
To the Lords of War and Gods of Commerce;
who look at their SSS rating and kiss themselves pretty.
“I, and Me Myself, shall sit on the Godly Throne commence;
walk like a Titan amongst the midgets wear fancy pants.”
James Bond; John Wick; Masterchief, nitty-gritty –
Doomguy, Shieldhero, Duke Nukem like Rubble Betty!
You all shall fall down like the Seraphim and Cherubim, ants.
2.
Like Solo Levelling, I can step, squashing grapes, your dread;
hold your cross and gather your prayers, its time to judge!
Then I come, all shall cast down, shadows facing the Sun dead;
like Dagon in his House, talking to his hands beheaded!!
Do Justice, like its roaring streams of waterfalls, without a grudge;
Give to the Orphan and Outcast, what is their due, don't budge.
Work for the workers, for the virtue signaller give nothing, Slade!
3.
I grant Ravens to the weary, who broke down because of Me;
the silent footsteps of the shadow of the Lord, shall redeem you!
I shall wash your hands and feet, water your camels, tend your needs;
Jezebel cast out of the windows, dogs ate her corpse, believe!
He, who walks with Me, shall be like My Son, the Holy Fool;
Superman and Nimrod of old, that Hunter before my Cool!
Protect the Children, let the Heathen enter my Court, redeemed!
4.
With me, your children become Warriors, women Deborah;
Salute your banners, and make high the gates for the King.
The weary draw new strength, your enemies scatter far;
Give Justice to Widows, the Cripple – neither rich, poor scarred!
All your Shekhels 20 geras each, true your word don't bling!!
Account for all your vows and works, don't speak haughty things;
life more than virtues and riches, the truth in silence often mar's.
5.
You shall be exalted, even then you rave in front of the Arc;
then you hauled into the courts and market halls for show.
Don't worry, the Holy Spirit provides your words, Scar!
He shall make the camels into roaring Lions, Joan D'Arc;
submit to My Will, and You shall serve once more, Glow!!
Make the Lillies great again, or I shall come and wilt Moe's.
Only El Shaddai; His Christ; The Holy Spirit Mighty in Stark!
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