sad bidness
be careful how you live kick the beggar from the table the dog away from the fire fight the poor and innocent creature wake up in the fire will claim the wicked in the end of time the last tribe standing bristling with the weapons shooting to the sky at the angels of the lord coming down from heaven to restore the earth before the fire of GOD is judgemeant come with jesus come with eye see the reason but not the reason not the reason for the hate you can and will not find the entrance to the gate by hate by lies and killing is for fools bent on the sordid dance of lust they compare the size of there arms and other things men with men a mans man making war on GOD some of you (sic) fellows would shoot your own Mothers to get another bullit for your hot rod gun
it makes me sad to even think about the uniform
the flag will not fly above me
the pride of giants in the dust bleeding from the guts
no salutes to idiots
no salt left in the field to heal the wounds of time
no market black or white or savior for the meat to eat is just the soylant green machine
strategy will fail you you will fall all most everyone at jesus feet
fire a bullit up into his past it will never reach the place where he is fast you are fighting with a living god
he has pardoned all the sinners but the proud devils waving flags will shroud the ignorance of allegience to a devils flag posted in the ground belongs to him unshared riches tarnish and they burn in devils hands no more Glory will be found the beggar found the dog found the poor upend the heaven now
sad bidness

Charles Hice

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