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We do not see our signs, No longer any prophet; Rather for glory that shines, From what we will inherit.
There is no one among us, Who would ever know how long; For the end that comes as thus, Forgiveness of any wrong.
How long is the foe to scoff, The Democrats revile; Make things to be really tough, On a standard lifestyle.
So, why are we holding back, Of your right hand that will chance; Take it from the fold you lack, That will obstruct their advance.
Take it out of your garment, Enabled to destroy them; For it is like a varmint, And are able to condemn.
God, my King is from of old, Working on your salvation; Midst of the earth to unfold, Building a new foundation.
All of the sea from the land; As well as day from the night, Because of His voice command.
He broke heads of sea demons, In the waters off the coast; Killing off of the dragons, Performed by the Holy Ghost.
Heads of the Leviathan, Crushed and was given for food; Nutrition that will strengthen, Other creatures gratitude.
God split open springs and brooks, Dried up ever-flowing streams; Lake of Fire went the crooks, Continue eternal screams.
Heavenly lights and the sun, For making a brighter earth; Setting all the borders done,
Summer and winter has birth. Vote for this poem
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