15 SEP - Ezekiel
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Ezekiel nine and twenty: ten
Egypt’s pride is desolate
He said, “I’m the genesis
Even life extends from this”:
“I have made the river
And it belongs to me”
I’m insane (go figure)
That isn’t God - it’s me..
That’s the way of livin
As if the god you see
Is man, the face of riches
And if it’s god - he’ll bleed..
But everything’s a free gift
Abundant to us all here
When we see achievement’s
Conundrum proven: Fall where
Any think The Secret
Is hunters with thought spears
Every single kingdom’s
Redundant - they fall here..
Nothing is impossible
Trusting in the God of flow
Abundance isn’t possible
Trusting in your knowledge tho..
This will last?
It will crash
History laughs
At empires..
Civilized
System dies:
Civil lies
“Ascend” higher..
This is wise?
This is pride:
God’s already most high
If you rise
It’s to fight
God - a deadly hope dies..
Meanwhile, the righteous
Dream while their life gets
Forever
More better
Free style - fear writes less..
God gets the glory
And you get the riches, if
You got the glory
Then who’s god to wickedness?
Honestly,
Tho promising:
Technology
Knowledge brings
Is optical
Theology:
It’s offering
A godless king..
As such
That’s f-cked:
Screwed, due a downfall
That’s cuz
That’s just
Screws loose without God..
Society’s will fail
Rejectin the respect for God
Blinded, read in Braille
The credit they neglected God..
This is common sense:
The gift of God’s a debt
If riches, not respect
Will get us all ahead..
Pretension
Of ascension
Humanity:
“Screw gravity!”
Preventin
What ascends them
To majesty
Thru gravity:
Grace on the ground
On the face of the found:
On the humble
Not the hunters
Erased from the cloud..
Everything is free
But if and only if
Everything’s received
From him and only him..
If the river isn’t yours
Then it is given - more
Who made it?
You take it
Men spit and get absorbed..
The world cannot be free
That worships God as we
To take the credit
Made of effort
Curses all achieved..
World peace is awesome
The first need is God’s son
World piece if all us:
The world eats a shotgun..
The source of everything
Rewards respect for free
For yours: The best is free
For scorn a debt’s received:
Forewarned: It’s theft to steal
Or store whatever’s free
Your glory then is greed
Forlorn, when credit leaves..
Regardless of the world state
(Darkness is the world‘s flame:
Powerless to cure blaze)
Arsonists affirm grace..
Ours it Is: The world made
By the Lord
Liars scorn
Proud of it: The worst fate
So be it:
So leave it..
Never take the credit
For anything that’s good
Forever take a blessin
For everything: That’s good..
Enemies torch the good
By “leveling” the best:
Everything scorched for good
Acetylene for less..
The river of desire
Delivers if it’s higher
Than systems men require
The river hits as fire..