For It Is Written - Poem by Ken Bennight
The blood that stains the post but red,
to mark the men of truth.
Protect the house of those reborn,
from the world of old to youth.
The spirits that have chosen birth,
inside a house of skin.
Left there dwelling with the LORD,
to live yet once again.
Some they chose a wicked course,
and stayed within their spirit.
And spread the lie of all religion,
for the unwise man to hear it.
The angels that choose not to bow,
are 7000 strong.
Fall dead the day the LORD returns,
Their payment for their wrong.
For it is written...
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