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I silence the lambs, and scatter the goats...
And even the wolves begin to flee, when the lioness
Is provoked.
When coming through with the sword of truth,
The world misconceives my energy.
Because the spirit that counsels me
Is that set apart deity.
Don't be offended by the gift that has been given me.
And for my sake... I will make no apologies.
My father is a man of war!
And I'm his daughter of thunder.
I cry out loud and spare not,
Causing them blind ones to wonder.
They don't understand this fire,
So, they pray for the exhaust of my flames.
My enemies are also pharisees ,
That forsaken his sacred name.
And in vain... they do claim to worship him.
Teaching their doctrines, the traditions of men.
And in my opinion...
Their assemblies, are also just as guilty as sin.
THE BUILDINGS ARE BURNING!
But the deaf, dumb and blind are slumbered,
And they can't feel the heat.
The dead rebukes my warnings,
So now... I mush shake
Their ashes from beneath my feet.
But I will continue
To wear my heart upon my sleeves.
Until the day of redemption has come
And the spirit that cries out loud,
Will no longer grieve...
-Jen'uwin Mor
