Moshe: I will provoke their jealousy with a non people, provoke their anger with a foolish nation. For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and of the field of Gomorrah; their grapes are grapes of rosh, and they have bitter clusters. Their wine is the bitterness of serpents, and the bitterness of the ruthless cobras. Is it not stored up with Me, sealed up in My treasuries? Sing out praise, O you Nations, for His people for He will avenge the blood of His servants, inflict revenge upon His Adversaries, and appease His land [and] His people.
this enchanted rainy night RUNning to meet You through the thick fog trees of people i run out in the street of You turn face to Headlight memory flashes as Your presence crashes through me like a rainy night semi highway face to face You're too much but that's good run me over with Love...run into Your highway, run into Your way, running face to Headlight, run over me...crushing bones and rib-caged now i'm free... and a little dizzy caught around Your wheels i'm exploding.....run over me.
