The End Near
So They Say
How Could We Ever
Feel This Way?
Yet Time Vapors
We Are The Mist
Dust Of Air
Blinded By Twits
People Who Teach
We Are So Afraid
To Challenge Their Lies
The Truth Dismayed
Exposing The Liars
The Bible Command
Repeating The Same
Without Reprimand
We Have Little Time
Our Minds Are Filled
With Work, Family
Taxes Not Paid Still
We Can Fall Victim
To Repeated Lies
Over And Over
The Bigger The Cry
Easily Swayed
We Don’t Have A Chance
Seeds Planted
We Walk In A Trance
Goodbye To Us
They Think They’ll Win
Yet God Removes Us
It’s His World To Spin
“Occupied Territories“
“Evolution A Fact“
“Covid Vaccine“
All Are Lies Stacked
Paraded Each Day
Ad Infinitim
A Coordinated Play
Repeated Writing
The Effects Astounding
The Globe Folds
People Believe
What’s Repeatedly Told
rKw Jr 11.01.22
Robert Kelly b 1965 A Christian Poet
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