THE DAYS ARE MAD

  The days are mad these days: Beauty is only between their thighs, They sell it to get their desires, And embrace not meekness; They shed morals and wear clothes To cover up their evil. But it’s so clear. Blind souls claim the gifts of prophecy, Liars wear the clothes...

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IN THE NAME OF BEELZEBUB

They cast out, not in the Lord’s name But in the name of Beelzebub; They heal in his name They set free in his name They cut loose in his name They’re doing it in his name Disguised in my Savior’s name In the midst of multitudes They preach in...

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I KNOW THE MAN OR SO I THOUGHT

I know the man so pure and gentle With meekness that commands respect. Or so I thought… He preaches so fervently He commands demons and they flee Or so I thought… He pronounces and prophesies He decrees and declares. Or so I thought… He throws his handkerchief To the spiritually...

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