You Chose Your Pathway

 You are like a very fair heifer. You are confounded. Baldness is come upon you. Rumbling, will your wheels forever be. 

Your scent has not been changed. Your smell has become insignificant and meaningless. You keep wandering from place to place... and there is no place, wherein, you might rest your head.

You are ashamed of your confidence. How can you profess to be, what you are not? How can you be strong and mighty for battle.... when you are spoiled?

Your strong staff is broken. It has become a dry stick. It is good for nothing. You are drunk. You wallow in your own vomit. Joy and gladness have been taken away from you. 

There is no pleasure in your vessels. You have no substance to leave behind. Though you put yourself upon a pedestal... As high as an eagle's nest... you will come down.

The least of you, will become your master. You can no longer be reflected as a shining light. You have lost your shadow. Darkness is come upon you and your path is overcome with thorns and thickets.

Your latter will still see you in captivity. Not bearing fruits, will be your stubble. Locusts will be your companion, in all your endeavours. The four quarters of heaven's winds, will cease to blow upon you.

You have made your bed. Now you must lie on it. You kept not the faith. You departed from your destiny. You destroyed your substance. Your groaning has failed and is buried forevermore. You chose your pathway. You looked to the left and you looked to the right. You looked not, straight ahead.

Your heritage will not be in rejoicing. The hindermost parts of you, will be a wilderness. Your


royal apparel, will be eaten by moths. Against you! Behind you! Around you, will be the scattered spoils of your hidden treasures. You are lost. You cannot be found.

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