(This poem is dedicated to those lost sheep stuck in the will of a false pastor, false preacher, false Prophet, etc. This is For all those seeking to leave a cult and for those who are not aware that they are being manipulated by wolves in clothing. MANY WILL COME TO DECEIVE IN THE NAME OF YESHUA (CHRIST).
Things are critical,
A low bar in the spiritual,
Religious and political,
Fast money and hypocritical.
Artificial, superficial, fanged wolves in fleece,
Hand dipped in the grease,
Foul scent when they speak.
Because…
When you sin with your mind then you sin in your heart,
When you sin in the physical, you sin when you walk,
When you sin in the spiritual you sin when you talk,
(All sin is critical just give HIM (the Lord) your heart)
Cotton hands walk around and bald sheep lying in chalk.
Who works in factories disguised as sanctuaries?
Con artists pushing boundaries,
Doing blasphemies,
No different from the ones who sit in D.C.
Creating lies of false hope and deceit.
Burning facts, creating myths
And then spread them like seeds.