If God wounds, who can heal?
If he is the enemy, who can deal?

Yet, hardened necks
Choose obstinacy in perplex
hardly showing proper reflects
Shuting one’s eye in rejects

Misery and despondency
Failing under recovery
Creating bruise through resisting
Thy necks are gruesomely twisting

Perversity wrong ye
Reproved in any degree
Whence, shall no escape guarantee

Within own conscience
foretells thy each consequence
Only to be vain by unthinking manor.

Those who carry on
Even in the midst of admonition
Shall be destroyed in position
For their security is unsuitable
Their rods is bound to shatter
An axe will glide back inevitably
For their ignorance, thief their remedy
Therefore let them not expect having it
For Hell is remediless destruction
Shall be destroyed
Shall be not healed.
© Geli