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Says the Lord,
I am against you!
A sword is drawn
from its sheath.
It's point waits at
your throat.
It matters not who
holds the hilt.
The time has come
to sigh.
Indeed, it's time
to cry.
It's blade is polished
like lightning
to flash...
The last thing those
who despise My
Son's scepter
will ever see.
Ezekiel 21 |
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