A youth walking at night
There is an enemy lurking
He won't even fight
She is clothed like a harlot
Stubborn and loud
Her husband is gone earning money
Looking for prey, she is found
She has perfumed her bed
And with an impudent face
She grabs him and kisses him
Oh my, What a disgrace!
She mentions peace offerings
But that is not her way
More like an ox to the slaughter,
Eternal damnation he will pay
Till a dart strike through his liver;
His life is at stake
She wants him to join her
In her misery, he partakes
Proverbs 7
Eph 6:12
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
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