"Verbish" Proverbs

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"Verbish" Proverbs

Post by daftcyborg » Tue Mar 27, 2018 4:08 am

"Verbish" Proverbs

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of Knowledge,
But Love of the Lord is the "Beggar's" Pledge.

My son, if sinners entice you, Do not consent.
Make sure those fuckers become "Hell Bent".

Let us swallow them alive like Sheol,
Like a "Great White", Deep in the Hole.

How long, O naive ones, will you love being simple minded?
Until your brains have become fully "un-winded"?

But he who listens to me shall live securely,
Set free from Evil, Truly and Freely.

From the man who speaks perverse things,
Sprouts the Evil Flower that Sings.

From those who leave the path of uprightness,
They follow the "Devil" in close tightness.

How blessed is the man who finds wisdom,
Like a "Tooth" shaped like a Prism.

When you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.
Because Darkness has been met with Defeat.

When I was a son to my father,
I thought I could do no better.

Tender and the only son in the sight of my mother,
I claimed Sanctity in the voice of my maternal Grandfather.

Do not turn to the right nor to the left,
Every move seen by Spirits is Deft.

He will die for lack of instruction,
When faced with Death's intersection.

For the ways of a man are before the eyes of the Lord,
So do as your "Moral Compass" says, of your own Accord.

The heart of the wicked is worth little,
Take the wood stick and begin to whittle.

It is the blessing of the Lord that makes rich,
So begin to Dig the "Proverbial Ditch".

Like vinegar to the teeth and smoke to the eyes,
Do not fill your "self" with "Lies".

The fear of the Lord prolongs life,
And cuts down "Evil" with a Dagger Knife.

The hope of the righteous is gladness,
The fallacy of faith is Madness.

The words of the wicked like in wait for blood,
They come to the world like a long lost Flood.

The heart of the wise instructs his mouth,
To see hospitality and warmth from the South.

A perverse man spreads his strife,
Without regards to his life.

A gray head is a crown of glory,
So listen to his story.

Give her the product of her hands,
And return Her to her Lands.

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