I’d rather worship with the dull
Than rise, with fools, in the rapture.
I’ll grab it by the horns—such bull;
And false theology capture!

They claim to have the “living waters”…
I’d rather have Christ alone
Than build with His fake sons and daughters
Who missed the cornerstone.

I’d rather swim with other schools
In different currents, seas and deeps
Than get caught up with fishy fools
And float with charismatic creeps…

I’d rather know some history
And doctrines of God’s sovereign grace,
Than perish in their mystery—
Another Christian basket case.

I tell the truth in Christ, I am not lying, my conscience also bearing me witness in the Holy Spirit, that I have great sorrow and continual grief in my heart. For I could wish that I myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren, my countrymen according to the flesh, who are Israelites, to whom pertain the adoption, the glory, the covenants, the giving of the law, the service of God, and the promises;

Romans 9:1-4 (NKJV)

Will the real House of Israel please arise?
(We know it’s NOT that Ashkenazi place
Founded on terror and Zionist lies…)
Still, I’d like to know who’s the chosen race.
Do they lay claim to a king or a queen?
Are they white? Are they black? Or in-between…

It sounds delusional; heretical;
Using God’s Bible to stake a false claim.
Their standing: purely theoretical
Attempting to cash in on tribal fame—
But Judah and Israel were both dispersed,
And, according to Christ, both houses cursed.

Even if it turns out you’re of the tribes,
Would that improve your standing with the Lord?
Does it give you deeper spiritual vibes
To claim you’ve got clearance to wield His sword?
Fake privilege now yours: to name your foes
As those whom God Almighty would oppose.

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