Reason (Proverbs 29:7)

Since God is slow to judge,
He bears no threat to me,
I see no consequence,
There is no law I see,
No power but what’s mine,
Except the law of might,
The power of the sword,
And winning makes it right.
I’ll let my heart be glad,
And take those things I need,
If God had loved the weak,
He wouldn’t make them sheep.
For I may wield the rod,
It will not fall on me,
I choose what I may have,
In my sagacity.
I am forever right.
How dare you question me!
The Father wont come home,
He judges not, as me.
For I have helped the poor,
Who payed their dues to me,
I only took the wealth,
Of those who were to weak.
I wont reprove my son,
I want to hep him see,
The rod would do him hurt;
Let him then be as me.

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