At Least It's Not A Jonestown - Poem by Joe Rosochacki
The end of world is not here,
I believe it like there's no tomorrow
Harold Camping is like a Jim Jones
There 's not physical death but there is a sorrow.
Harold Camping is a false prophet, a wolf in sheep's clothing, *
Jones' followers lost everything,
Camping's followers nearly lost everything in their life, their savings.
The variety of minions, that is one of my opinions,
Chose to end their life, some of those drained their bank accounts,
For these false prophets to steal their life and cash, not borrow.
Camping should make restitution for using his followers cash, not his millions.
Jim Jones was an ego-maniacal, diabolical, menace to the world.
Harold Camping is an ego-maniacal, semi-diabolical, menace to the world.
WHY? YOU MAY ASK?
Harold gets off on the idea that he'll be interviewed by world-wide media, which is ego-maniacal,
He distorts what is said in the Bible, semi-diabolical,
He makes some people distraught, both physically and spiritually,
--he is a menace to the world in their eyes.
Harold Camping is a false prophet, a wolf in sheep's clothing,
Camping hides behind the Bible; that's his disguise
He twice predicted the end of days, however,
Three strikes you're out.
But the day and the hour of His coming Christ has not revealed. He stated plainly to His disciples that He Himself could not make known the day or the hour of His second appearing.
Harold Camping is a false prophet, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
(5/22/11- the world is still here there was no rapture/* “Beware of the false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits. Grapes are not gathered from thorn bushes, nor figs from thistles, are they? Even so, every good tree bears good fruit; but the bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot produce bad fruit, nor can a bad tree produce good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. So then, you will know them by their fruits” (Matthew 7: 15-20).)
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