A nation of idolatrous people chooses to have an idolatrous king. This is nothing new!
And some of those poor people are scratching their heads because they can’t figure out how we got here. They could see the Truth if they would look at the past and compare to the present, but their eyes are hypnotically glued to their many idols!
And they are so blinded with their self-created, illusory political parties!
And now they will have the audacity to argue in favor of electing sexual predators with the sole aim of passing money laws. The hypocritical Pharisees and Sadducees are still here among us!
Such an ignorant, shameful mess.
But, by all means, carry on, Babylon!
I keep seeing the label “evangelicals” used in the media as if that label is supposed to represent the body of believers. It is complete nonsense! These “evangelicals” are wolves in sheep’s clothing. They pervert the Truth and turn the masses against it. They sow desire and harvest hate.
I certainly will not speak for every single individual, but if you, dear reader, will perform the research, you will discover that most “evangelicals” stand very far apart from the teachings of the Christ, and are actually far, far more aligned with those known as “pharisees.”
If the yeast has already worked its way through the dough, then can you even recognize it!?!
To you, I would say, “Beware of the yeast of the Pharisees and of the Sadducees.”
But look as the yeast has already worked its way through the dough!
Be a goal to be acquired by the existence.
The World is my Kryptonite.
It was delivered by a Canaanite.
It is so very black and white.
Black as black midnight.
White as white starlight.
Hotter than a fist-fight.
Colder than a frostbite.
It tries to lure you to the fight.
Being naturally impolite.
Always swelling with pride and might.
Soaring like a meteorite.
Exploding like dynamite.
O, but it is a parasite!
Warping every human right.
Dealing every man-made fright.
Feeding like a scabie mite.
Destroying like a forest blight.
Yet it craves a ray of Light.
From it, I remain from sight.
It is worse than any stage fright.
A never-ending snakebite.
Seeing without sight.
Hearing without height.
Choking out the sunlight.
The world is my Kryptonite.
But parts of it may turn to Light.
So its pain I will carry on.