Faith plus works works vs faith
Sorry for my wrong eye am sorry for my sin
Eye am thankful for my LORD he DID die for me
eye bestow all my natural wealth upon my enemies eye give gifts some here some there
to old poorer than me
The greatest gift of all was GODS only begotten SON
He gave his life for everyone
The living and the dead the inbred and the bread
The weapon given me is the sword in my right hand
It makes the wicked man to stay away from me in shame
It sends a message to the thief to stay away
It is my weapon made of wind
Siddhartha and the bhudda tried to emulate the eye
Eye only wield it in the night when my enemy is time
For we wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with spirits in high places
With murder in the dark with evil nigh the poor