Literature
God Did Not Come to Negotiate!
When the God of Abraham thundered,
eyes burning in the whirlwind,
"Take the land, seize it with iron hands,
crush the Canaanite bones beneath your feet,"
did you think He whispered? Did you think He asked kindly?
He never said, "Be nice, be sweet,
bow your heads in polite surrender."
No, He was fire, rage wrapped in holy purpose—
not for the faint-hearted, the hesitant lip-biter,
not for those seeking peace in a time of conquest.
Jacob's God, Isaac’s protector, Abraham’s vision—
He called for the storm, not a gentle breeze,
for swords to cleave the air, the earth,
the promised land etched in blood, not petitions.
He didn’t ask for courtesy,
for the polished tongue of a politician,
He demanded warriors—
wild-eyed, unbent,
whose hearts roared louder than any law.
This was not a time for rules,
for proper table manners,
for words wrapped in sugar.
It was the time for kingdoms to fall,
for banners to rise in defiance,
the land taken in righteous violence—
politics be damned,
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