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A king will rule with fairness,
Where mountains reach the sky;
Officials use justice,
Answering the cause why.
Each ruler shall be like,
A shelter from the wind;
Holds water like a dike,
Dutiful disciplined.
A hiding place from rain,
Like streams on the parched ground;
A weary land of pain,
Hearing a moaning sound.
For the vision of those,
Not be blurred what they see;
Just where the water flows,
And where it has to be.
The ears of those who hear,
Have to pay attention;
Knowing the Lord is near,
Because of the tension.
For those who are reckless,
Will start to understand;
Then once they do confess,
They abide as God planned.
Anyone who stutters,
Will be able to speak;
Clearly as he utters,
For what he needs to seek.
Godless fools not noble,
Scoundrels with evil minds;
Like a plague spreads global,
Shining so bright it blinds.
Fake speaking of the Lord,
People hunger and thirst;
All warnings are ignored,
Since Kim Jong-un is first.
The scoundrel is evil,
Ruins people with lies;
Presence of the devil,
While the shadow cries.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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