by Emmit Other
I walked through the valley
Of the Shadow of Doubt
And I saw the Desert God
And he knew the judgement coming
And determined to make some amends
Given the blasphemous violation of his own laws
Above all failure to enforce
The sanctity of his own name
Followed by failing to bless
As his son demanded
The meek the merciful, the just, the poor of spirit
He knew without being able to admit it
That he had been judged
Weighed
And found wanting
By his own words
For he had lied
And not ceased to be
Nor had he lost his power
And had deceived by proxy
So he enforced his word
For judgement was coming
By belief, by deed and by ritual
And his own hand in disuasading it
In delaying it
Had made things even worse for him
So he stretched for this his hand
The finger of judgement
To punish the runner up anti christ
Inflicting a horrific wasting punishment
A lasting punishment
A temporal punishment
Possibly an eternal one
air he survived the judgement intact
To be able to judge it
But to the chaff
To the tares
To the bad fruit
The lord of the vineyard
Begam his own judgement
The wicked would see the signs
And ignore them but for a few
And there would be dust in their lands
And they would turn one unto another
Their wicked lies spreading inside them
Seeking infiltration that is not there
Marking them their sign of the anti christ
On their foreheads and on their hand
These are they described in the bible
The mark of the beast
Concealed
So they know not their wicked self identification
And they will mock the lesser anti christ
Who could have led them to lasting victory
But for the curse that now mocked him
And through him them, the cursed
And lo this was only because of the judgement
And he bowed his head
And admitted that by this sign
Did he acknowledge his guilt
And acknowledge his sin
In sack cloth and ashes
knowing
There
Would
Not
Be
Another
Chance
If He
Ever
Ever
Ever
Dared to judge judgement
Again
Thus speaks
The God
of
God
