Counsel of the nations,
Sometimes a sensation,
Sings in jubilation
Many generations.
God foretold the story,
They in all their glory
Will o’ertake the nations,
Stirring up libations.
Many eyes are blinded
To what is behind them,
Not suspect their motives,
Which are so corrosive.
Days, they are of Noah,
People in a coma,
Not aware of nature
Of those who are danger.
Many worship idols,
Men who have the titles,
Think they are their answer
To now cure the cancer.
Wolves are in sheep’s clothing,
They the people loathing,
Promises made to them,
Will not carry through them.
Men, they can’t be trusted,
Someday they’ll be busted,
For they people hustle,
And the people muscle.
But God will bring to nothing
The plans of those who’re coming
To destroy the people
And to gather sheeple.
An Original Work / January 17, 2025
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