Where is the old holy house?
Where peace and joy resided.
And love the attitude of all, sharing
things together in one accord
And the poor the best friend of the rich.

Animals now reside in the house,
Laughter,peace and joy became an history,or
let say only in the dream.
Love finally a stranger,and
hatred now the apple of their eyes

The holy house a business venture,
gradually the poor fear to come,
For the reproach and shame they will meet, is
greater than the pains of their suffering.

Animals in the youth
The forbidden fruit now your daily bread,
Fornication now a competition,
Fighting in the place of peace
You are not for the sermon but, err of the preacher
Get out of there animals in human cloth.

Well done singers, that
sing in flesh to the Spirit of spirits
you cloth yourself with garment of jealousy,
Love have no space in you but fallacy.
Call me true worshippers not animals in the house.

The workers in the garden of the holy house,
Working but with eye service in the keepers face,
Backbiting your daily activities
Gossiping your praise and worship,
Get out animals and let the real children’s work.

The chosen Shepard of the sheep’s
Running after their pocket not their lives
What is for the building of the holy house, you
turned to the building of your belly pot,
The purpose of your calling,you tell them not
But sweet words,so they could give you more.

Animals! What will you tell him when you go home?
What will you tell the owner of the holy house?

Animals in my Fathers house.
He is coming back to send you out of his house.



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Author: Judaisky

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