The Mockery of the Masses
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The Mockery of the Masses
In the markets, they say: “Religion divides!”
But it is sin that tears and pride that hide.
They call my name intolerant, old, and dry,
Yet their altars reek of cruelty and lie.
The Afrikaner who refuses to join their rite
It is branded an enemy of modern light.
They twist my words in parliament’s halls,
But I still reign — above all walls.
For every law against My truth shall fail,
and every falsehood be unmasked and pale.
The earth may mock, but heaven records,
and angels guard the faithful with swords.
10. The Shadow Over Heritage
The tongue, once spoken in prayer and psalm
is now belittled — they call it wrong.
Songs of faith once sung by flame
are silenced in classrooms, shamed by name.
Yet I say: the language that blesses My Name
shall never be lost, though the world defame.
For every child who whispers “Here I am,”
I will write a covenant — I AM.
And the fields shall bloom again in time,
not for pride, but for faith refined.
For Afrikaner faith is not bound to race —
It is bound to the cross, the gift of grace.
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