In the spirit of the husband of hosts, a poem transcribed by Isa.
REPENT AND LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOUR. by Isa in spirit.
I went down to worship one day; to see if I could sing and pray.
Alas what did become of me; get out you fool of leprosy.
I went back to serve my cause; and all I saw was Santa clause.
Nicolation year of fame; for my house was filled with shame.
Did this house look down at me; as they erect a Xmas tree?
Profit me for not my shame; as Babylon became the name.
So ye see the new year in; sing and shout, drink your gin.
Solar pagan I be not; repent from sin or loose the Lot.
I will still be in the isle; I was sent to grin and smile.
You will know I am from him; when the day be your great sin.
Tribulation be in she; flee my chicks and come to me.
Easter buns of pagan fame; is this what I did proclaim?
Can you see what I say; or are you blind by Satan's way.
When I sign a covenant; be my name upon it stamped.
Is a hint of truth in this; LORD of what my name amiss.
Father of the heavens high; babble on and make me cry.
I know you; do you know me? Sing around the Xmas tree.
Little chicks around the tree; repent my chicks come back to me.
Look at him he's starving there; do you know, do you care?
mammon is a God of not; do you serve me, yes or not?
Is this world in such good order; shall I bring this world disorder?
Your ways are not mine; get behind me Satan time.
I will bring a better way; if you love me sing and pray.
I will fix the world you know; mustard seed will sing and grow.
Get the scripture check and test; for the truth be truth not lest.
Hallelujah, Amein.
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