Fallen Star

He is a creature that will be cast out of Heaven to open the bottomless pit. The slave Master's whip will be heard across the desert.

The journeyman must know his destination, he will see that those who thread in the paths of a fallen star have wandered into death.

Beware of the charming star, he goes to and fro and steals the future of young men in stealth.

At the watchtower, in vexations I stood and saw the awfulness that will come to the children of men.

How  unlawful the shining star has been, with all the glory will soon perish with the rest of the captives he brought down to the pit. A tale of woe, now to be told to the foxes.

Let the foxes that spoil the vineyard hear this tale, come you simple ones with seared conscience, those who profane the name of Our Great God and His Son Jesus the Christ without honor.

No place will be straight in the path of the south, the multitudes that crave liberty, will only find it through the Son, Jesus Christ.

The North is the way and south leads to judgement. Crooked paths can never be made straight, so let the wise take head.

The fallen star and his crafty ways only leads to Hell, and with his harvesters, the countrymen of the elites, goats among the sheepfold, who abused their freewill will forever abode with him.

Now the sandals of the loner has been filled with the dust of evil and his shadows follow the steps of a stranger.

Listen not to the stranger, turn towards the north, a place full of water, habitations where there King lives and a celestial city built by our Great God.