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A Southern Tripple Vision

MahaDev is Lord over Death

Can a corrupt throne be allied with You--one that brings on misery by its decrees? They band together against the righteous and condemn the innocent to death.

(Psalm 94:20-21)

YaHovah's daughter menstruated at Golgotha
to clear out the first egg and make way for the new
The New Law looks a bit like the old one
cause it shares the same DNA
It's a code that plays the same sounds
but does not chime the same music
It is the new wineskin for the new wine
for which Jesus had us pray

When Zion came of age
she was betrothed to the world at Cana
This was not what she had expected
the poor frightened girl
To be manhandled in such a way
by one she'd never known
As if she had been so chaste
although we know she'd met with other babylons
Now again to be taken away
from her ancestral home

It felt like such a disgrace
yet that is what was intended all along
In the West she gave birth to Venice
and his late twin came out at Bekka
They aren't identical,
Yet they both went out to war
while claiming they stand for peace
And they left their destitute mother
to survive as a beggar

But a third child is not quite out of the womb
although it's right hand was displayed first
It wears the scarlet thread
and though it's emerging last
That One is not the tail but the head

And so history is on repeat
and in heaven there's been a breach
For Moses and Elijah were not our saviours
as neither are Peter or Muhammad
This is what Melchizedek
true priestking of peace preached
Just as with the Son of David
one that was before them cometh

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