judge

Who are you to call me names?
You think we are playing games?
Gush, it doesn’t look so to me
My judge, you’re not called to be.

Call me weak, you are wrong!
God says, I am strong.
What God says I am, I am
And it can never be a harm.

You may think otherwise;
I know you are full of lies.
Just like your father, the devil
All you think is to do evil.

You know where you belong
Otherwise, you are wrong.
It’s time you began to pack
And at once get off my back.

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