Gosh, Almighty Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Gosh, Almighty



Stirring the cup of His indignation...
Thwarting all His plans...

Subjugating the hearts of men...
Seeking the soul that's within...

I won't rest...This is my advocation...
To deliver each one... to Death's door...

I will deceive... Anyone without reservation...
It's why I exist... to Destroy...

You embrace me for your earthly gains...
You give your all to my unholy name...

I'm the one drilling your mind...
I'll steal all you own... your life is mine...

Rebel against the Almighty One, I say...
Throw all of His precious gifts my way...

I'm the vile, evil snake that all hear and see...
Surrender let Hell's angels set you free...

Gosh, Almighty...
It's too late...
You're damned throughout eternity...

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Taken from the book, 'Open-ended Artistic Creativity'


**Showing that the plan of the enemy is in full force...

Dark angels are tracking your course...


Don't get caught dead in his plan... Sinner man... Jesus Saves...

It's never too late, while you are still breathing... God loves you...

His plan for you is Heaven... not Hell...

Get a revelation, so you can see and be with 'The Light of the World'

Proverbs 14: 12
There is a way which seemeth right unto a man,
but the end thereof are the ways of death.

Now ask yourself this: Will it be plan No.1 or plan No.2?

Which plan is right for you? Never settle for second best nor any
one's secondary mess...

Secondary:

Minor; lesser.

Derived from what is primary or original:

One that acts in an auxiliary, subordinate, or inferior capacity.
Not first in order of occurrence or development.
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