THUS; SAITH THE LORD OF HOST By: THORPE Oluwajimi

Ye! You seeketh the doom of other Men

Yet! thee prevail.

Ye! You seeketh the down fall of other Men

Yet! thee stands at the Apex of the world.

Ye! You seeketh failure for other Men

Yet! thee succeed in all life endeavours.

Ye! You seeketh & plot evil with thee
friends, just to putrefy their Legacy

Ye! You lack understanding to understand that;

Ye! have tried to see thee doomed, failed & plotted against thee

Yet! thee have prevailed and conquered among all plot and challenges

Yet! Ye seeketh to plot against thee, when thee have no evil intentions again ye

Ye! have forgotten that nothing is hidden on Earth forever

Ye! have forgotten that ye is also flesh and blood

Ye! have forgotten that age is just a number

Ye! have forgotten that exposure is thy age

Henceforth! Ye that plot evil against thee would be like a candle in the wind.

Henceforth! Ye would be a shadow with no image.

Henceforth! Thee would step in the blood of thy enemies.

Henceforth! Thee would be a light that Ye can’t stands it radiation.

If Ye is more than the LORD OF HOST proceed with thy plot & all the plague would be Yours and your Generations forever.

For The Thorpe's clan

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