We all become of what we eat
And what we eat is earth
Yet food received at Jesus’ feet
Gives unto spirit; birth
God’s Spirit cleans the chosen few
Gives sup on Zion hill
Rids lust for garlic, onions too! –Nu.11: 5
Such poison that can kill
The Lord reveals what devil’s hide
Which seed they’ll plant in vain
Such filth can constipate the bride
And cause her stress and pain
But will we give to God these things?
We’ve grown so much to love?
Or are we pleased how Satan sings?
We seek no more above
We must give God all toxins found
Like jealousy and hate
Satanic fruit on holy ground
Will only constipate
Best put and end to all that’s foul
Refuse the devil’s wine
Although there’s rumbling of the bowel
We’ve medicine divine
Receive God’s enema today
His Hyssop Branch and Flame
He’ll bring an end to life’s decay
Through faith in Jesus’ name
Receive the Truth, God’s guiding Light
Receive His promised Jewel
Knowledge, wisdom, infinite sight
And end satanic rule
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