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Even in a family

there is no unity

There are wheat and

there are tares

Christ brings division,

the truth offends the wicked

Some will live

and some die

He breathes

his words into our souls 

In him our hope is 

planted

Into the ground of 

our minds

My brothers 

and sisters in Christ 

Endure the daily and 

habitual harassment all around the globe

At the hands of these 

evil Masonic traitorous world governments 

Hell bent on our demise 

and insanity, playing their games

But god sees all their iniquity

and they will pay dearly 

He who is good 

will not stand for their atrocities against us

He will repay

because he is the lord

He sees all

Evil follows me,

I cry out to god for help,

evil stalks me,

I want to be free,

this life burdens me,

fear torments me

Uncertainty,

doubt,

shadow lingers

Anger,

rage,

despair

At the mercy

of god

Surrounded by evil 

like a cloud of smoke

Paranoia,

mind games

Knowhere I feel 

safe

I request sanctuary for my soul:

give me peace 

A world of

hate

It feels like 

rape

Is there no 

escape?

Where can I go

that I'm not followed?

Where is the sanctuary?

where is the rest for a weary soul?

Going insane,

tired of their mind games

The black fungus 

grows upon the corn 

Taking it over,

possessing it's nature

Like a virus its spread 

covering the yellow

Left is a black mishapen

product

Corrupted and damned 

to the trash 

Some will eat and

some will throw it away

Judgement is reserved for the 

the harvester

Vengeance held 

back

Fire in soul

burns

Hatred 

in eyes 

Ill will towards

the enemy

Turn other

cheek

Hold in hate,

my soul feels raped 

Try to let go of the rage

and ignore the harassment 

"Avenge not yourselves 

but give place unto wrath"

"For it is written, vengeance is mine;

I will repay saith the lord"

I listen patiently to the word,

hoping one day my enemies will reap what they sow

Holding back the hate,

trying to live my life 

Rise from the grave,

speak no more lies,

repent of your ways

Open your eyes to a world below.

Do you want to go to hell?

Are you ready to burn in your soul?

Speak no more lies,

remove the thorn from your own eye,

repent of your ways 

This is not a game

but not all can be wise 

and not die

Some will sin 

without restraint

never repenting of their ways 

How can you escape the fires of hell

when your always playing both sides ?

Foresake your ungodly ways,

speak no more lies

The Devils get offended to easily by 

the truth 

They are sore losers 

that can't see what is below their feet

The Fires of hell long to burn

for their wicked souls 

Their cursed bloodline

bares no fruit

Tares of Canaan,

servants of Baal I see your demise

Let the vengeance of hell

drag them down 

The curse of the mark

upon their flesh 

Jesus said "ye shall know

them by their fruits"

Barren wasteland of their souls,

rebels without a cause 

Children of the snake 

begone from my sight 

Ye vampires burn in the sun of the truth,

Jesus is your kryptonite 

No good comes from evil,

no truth from lies

Born from darkness 

return to darkness

People of the night,

you cannot stand the light 

From your father you spawn 

to the him you return

 
In the end all weeds

are burned  

Cowards worship the devil

throwing up the horns,

Hide behind your laws

but they won't protect you from god

You wont get away

you won't escape eternity 

The lord is just,

he sees all your lies and filth 

There is no escape from the one,

he is retribution 

Before the world

he was and is and always will be

You can repent or you

can perish

His words are set in stone,

what you reap is what you sow,

He is the judge, jury

and executioner 

He is god

No man made laws protect you 

from his wrath

You cannot bargain your way out hell

you cannot buy your way to heaven 

The tares are in the 

family 

The bloodline is weeded

and seeded

But not all of us are bad 

Pure bloods strike back 

with vengeance 

We come from Seth

not Cain 

But many are of the devil 

their father 

Pretending to be Christians

but deacons for demons 

Ye shall know them by their fruits 

God knows his flock

I am not a snake

 
I am not a cain

God is my judge

The Devil is my enemy  

I am a crusader and rebel for the truth