“So the poor have hope, and injustice shuts its mouth. They plot injustice and say, “We have devised a perfect plan!” Surely the human mind and heart are cunning. Whoever sows injustice reaps calamity, and the rod they wield in fury will be broken. “Woe to him who builds his palace by unrighteousness, his upper rooms by injustice, making his own people work for nothing, not paying them for their labor.”
Hallelujah. When powerlessness screams, justice roars. Injustices, those who commit them, it takes a moral realization of sin to discover itself. Once the injustices realize themselves, mistakes upon mistakes bury the sinners deeper into their quagmire of sins. A mighty surrounding conscious puts so much burden upon them that they try to rise up to seek air, but at its heart, the devil knows its spiritless end, when its wings of injustice begin to burn and heavens no more look upon it.
The gaze of victims turn to the sky and is looked upon. That’s all it takes to infuse in people of faith, unity, integrity, and the grit to remain together against the injustices. Tyrant makes people pay for its own mistakes, tax payer eventually run out of patience, then God knows what hour brings the avalanche that flattens down trees sown to show off and are never given water.
The God upon the skies collects the prayers of the weak and poor, and then God knows what hour brings the culprit to its just fate. When poor scream out of powerlessness, tyrants laugh and mock… the mountains of patience are eventually shattered to pieces, no one really hears it when comes uproar.
The queen of mercy, Mary blesses her children, spirit of Christ is crucified through ever living belly button, and God of high gives his verdict in mysterious ways. No on knows what happens and how it happens, but God of chariots eventually dominates. Heads of hydra are cut off one by one.
From the ashes, rise hopes, from the poverty-struck rises the power and voices of the poor, time awaits for the perfect moment to awaken people from their misery and take them to the mount of commandments, where Moses once stood, where all can stand. Courage all then find within themselves and God gives them the power to bring change through order and chaos.
It is but tales of poor nations, where greed again and again overtakes, righteousness keeps sinking to a new low, and tyrants rule as if there’s no God.
“Better a little with righteousness than much gain with injustice.”
There are no supermen but passionate and courageous amongst us. All the characters of Justice League are located right inside our own power of faith. The sky of justice is most looked up to when dark clouds cover the light and silver lining is stolen away from people.
Then hopes are all the hallelujahs and power of prayers for miracles. Then everyone needed in places wears the gown of justice. People realize that crying accomplishes nothing, doing can. When the will, when they do, will open ups their ways.
In such times, barriers of discrimination are broken. People become ready to look upon anyone who could call from the mountain. Yes, they know their history, those who have heard of the voice that once stood upon the rock, illusion disappeared but spoke the rock. “All learned and gathered through trouble times is never lost.”
Then those on the right side, hold firm their opinion, remain steadfast, wait for the help of angels. The power of faith and belief instills in them, and their spills feed faith into other victimized. Victims join victims, authority of truth when speaks in people, when it speaks. Gracious. God bless.
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