Release the Day of Malice

Release the Day of Malice At the rising and setting of every sun, why tell me the Adulteress lies to anyone? Why tell me the Adulteress is dirty, sins, and dies; why constantly tell me of her lies? Is the memory of the Adulteress’s treachery not enough, I know God would not torment me with such stuff? What purpose is there in His steady uttering, a forecast filled with the Adulteress’s putridity? If He forgets our sins why does He repetitively remind, of the Adulteress’s guile with which she continues to malign? There is no gladness in the Adulteress’s called De m ise, there is some joy that God does see her lies. It is not a delight in the Adulteress’s fall, but that His uprightness wins out overall. In spite of what you or the Adulteress think, it is His glory, justice, and righteousness I seek. It is His judgement upon the Adulteress’s lies, He keeps telling me repeatedly that through them she hides. He laughs at your disaster and my trial of innocence,