Psalm of Peak Seasons & Plots

Sober from the milk, for a time was a vegan

Now it’s strong meat, and I don’t sip wine with the heathen

Who err greatly, not knowing the time nor the seasons

And get brought low, but in your prime was chieftain

You viciously vomit venom, slime you secrete

Enjoyed life in pleasure, it’s time that you weep

Beat bitterly to the boarders, as I climb to the peak

Anointing oil, drip fresh from the vine and its sweet

Those who study Noah and Lot, know a lot

Discern beginning to the ending, and know the plot

Don’t got to risk touching a flame, to know it’s hot

You claim truth, but by your fruit, I know it’s not

Haters will hate, atleast for a reason, I shun spite

All is well, that ends well, when done right

Your congregation a hundred fold, and unripe

Cause you sit in darkness, during the day, and the suns bright