Behind One Tree

Yo…
It started in a garden…
One tree…
In the midst…
Eden’s echo still speakin’.
Isaiah sixty-six seventeen.
Consumed… together.
Read it.

They hide behind one tree, just like Eden’s first scene,
Where the serpent sold lies, keepin’ sin unseen.
Gardens look holy, leaves coverin’ shame,
But Yahuah see it all, and He callin’ out names.

Sanctifyin’ themselves, while they twistin’ His ways,
Mixin’ worship with filth, in these end-time days.
Swine’s flesh on the grill, mouse crawlin’ the dish,
But the Torah still stand, it ain’t some optional wish.

Gardens in the midst where deception takes root,
Where they call evil good and call darkness truth.
It’s the same sly question that the serpent hissed:
“Did Yahuah really say?”, rebellion persists.

Behind one tree, thinkin’ He can’t see,
Behind one tree, but He watchin’ secretly.
Behind one tree, where they feast unclean,
Isaiah said they’ll all be consumed in the heat.

Behind one tree, Eden echoes repeat,
Behind one tree, where the serpent speaks deceit.
Behind one tree, man, open your eyes,
Isaiah sixty-six, seventeen, realize!

Yo, Eden was the blueprint where sin took stage,
One tree in the midst, now it’s back in this age.
Same serpent still hissin’, same lies on replay,
Same gardens hidin’ idols, same games they play.

See the swine’s flesh sizzlin’, callin’ it a treat,
But rebellion’s on the fork with that unclean meat.
Mouse on the platter, symbol filthy and vile,
Yet they justify the taste with a religious smile.

“Grace covers all!”, man, that’s half a line,
Yahusha never sinned, never touched what’s unclean swine.
If you claimin’ to walk righteous in His pure design,
Why you sittin’ in the garden where the serpent intertwine?

Behind one tree…
It’s the echo of Eden.
Where rebellion sprouted from the midst…
And sin slipped in, disguised as wisdom.

Isaiah called it out.
“They that sanctify themselves,
Behind one tree in the midst,
Eating swine’s flesh, the mouse, the abomination…
Shall be consumed together.”

History repeats.
Don’t hide behind leaves.

It ain’t about just pork, it’s about obedience true,
About worship that’s pure, not a worldly brew.
Eden started with fruit, now they snackin’ on swine,
Sin changin’ disguises but the roots still align.

One tree in the midst, serpent lurkin’ to twist,
Craftin’ doctrines that tell you Yahuah don’t exist.
But He changeth not, He’s the same through the scrolls,
From Eden’s first lie to Isaiah’s bold tolls.

So come out of the gardens, come out from the trees,
Where idols whisper lies on the rustlin’ breeze.
Don’t dine with the serpent, don’t share in his feast,
Or be consumed together when the fire’s released.

Behind one tree, thinkin’ He can’t see,
Behind one tree, but He watchin’ secretly.
Behind one tree, where they feast unclean,
Isaiah said they’ll all be consumed in the heat.

Behind one tree, Eden echoes repeat,
Behind one tree, where the serpent speaks deceit.
Behind one tree, man, open your eyes,
Isaiah sixty-six, seventeen, realize!

One tree…
The same lie whispered in Eden…
Still whisperin’ today.
Swine’s flesh.
The mouse.
Abomination.
Yahuah said…
They shall be consumed… together.

Read the text.
Obedience is freedom.
Yahusha walks with me.