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DEEDS OF ARMS

"And let not the left, know the affairs of the right hand"

There is this good caution for all men

But if it is a right thing then,


Does the good book have a problem?

Why should the kindness of my right arm,

Hide his benevolence from the other?

Is it for fear of envy or harm?

Perhaps a craft of unnecessary bother.


Oo long live great Absalom!

Do you expect me to say shalom,

To baby mother Jerubbal, wife of Gideon?

The medianite's underdog warrior

Israel's deliverer at age minor

Descendant of a family with many wives

Men who don't fear to lose their own lives.


Hail the King Abimelech!

Looking for a beautiful damsel to perch?

After making allies with your mother in the west,

To deracinate your dad's family on the east?

That which has almost been worst,

Was feasting on David's crown so tight

After chasing him from his throne that night

Retiring him from the kingship fight.


Were you just a knight?

Born of woman to ignite

The flame that would burn for life

Or by searching for a beautiful wife, 

You forgot the woes of a sharp knife?


There comes the family of faith and lies,

Guarded by God, fate and allies.

Although the last of them is late,

Their albums are ours to update.

If Abraham has fathered Isaac,

Then a good lie, none should forsake

For like father did for Sarah

So did son for Rebekah

"She is my sister" they both said.

And allowed them to go into his bed,

Preserving their lives from death,

Disregarding their wives' worth.


Travel to that city in the book of Genesis

Read chapters twenty to twenty-six

If you find a good reason to tell a lie

Also ask if it is worth to live or die

Mark chapter three verse twenty-eight

All sins have been forgiven till date

But that against the Spirit, is death straight.

               

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