I was “cry baby” To my brothers, no heart of Stone was mine, and when We sold my Joseph, I couldn’t carry on. I Would
Part 1, following the massacre at Shechem: Exterminators!Punishers! Devastators!All you who flaunt your Contempt for the Lord!Oathbreakers! Life takers! WeLay waste to your fields! Blood
Lion was I, my Hands filled with necks of villains, Whelps before me kneeled. I … neglected to Honor my sons’ widow, my Crown and
On my head and hand Bind I your Words, all evil Ever I withstand From Jude 24
One harvest morning young Rube toiled in the field. With his scythe he cleaved the stalks, and with his pitchfork gathered wheat, loading it into
Chase the devil from This world by stealing his Converts with your love.