He's giving a Sermon,
He's talking to God;
It's all about killing
And reasons for war.
His face shows confusion,
His heart feels the pain,
Having to write this
Again and again.
Oh tell me God's children,
How do you sleep?
When some of you even
Make your own mothers weep.
'Suffer little children'
And suffer they do.
Lay down your guns,
And let us... Embrace you
My Flock, there is tragedy we must rectify
Who among you will stand to testify?!
Dwindling is the candle of belief!
It's burned brightly, bow now at both ends!
We are in need of a spark--
another flame to provide relief!
I come before you to preach resolve!
No longer do we strive beyond our nine to fives!
No longer do we do more than live our lives!
No longer are we more than drones within our hives!
There is something out there worth standing for!
There is something you've always wanted before!
If your heart is beating, sitting is cheating!
Cheating yourself of your truest meaning!
Go and stand up
Go get what it is that you want
Go, because anything less is not enough!
My Flock, must we endure
these Godawful discrimination?
Must we be blackened--
branded, by this bastardization?
Cast aside and left behind?
By the demons that demonize?
The errors of their ways,
they don't even care to realize!
You are NOT black sheep,
nor are you pariahs,
merely because you're
belittled by self-proclaimed messiahs!
To Hell with these heathens--
sardonic sadists, berating with pleasure,
proving themselves hellish hedonists!
We are no strangers to the anger,
but due to no fault of our own!
We strive to find green pastures,
though they leave us with no home!
They treat us like lepers--
throw us away like trash!
They take what they want,
then discard us like cigarette ash!
We are people with names,
not their dirty scapegoats
to go and place their blames!
My Flock, do not turn the other cheek!
WE ARE NOT OUTCASTS
We are a proud people,
and this abuse will not last!
Life is a sermon
But we don't often preach
As well as we should
So we fail to reach
The hearts of those
Who sit down in the pews
Expecting a sermon
But left thoroughly confused
Because our lives don't always
Preach the same message
We had in our hearts
When we stepped up to the pulpit
So are we just wasting time
Of those who would listen
Preaching vacant words
Void of passion and mission?
Or does our sermon deliver
A powerful punch
A life-changing message of wisdom
Such that people are inspired
And leave their pews moved
To know God a little deeper
Anxious to choose
To invest their lives wisely
In people not things
Pouring love generously
Like a gift from the King
May your life be a sermon
That points others to God
Shedding light on the dark roads
We all have to trod
Because there's nothing more wasted
Than a life without purpose
A sermon preached aimlessly
Uninteresting and worthless
Friends, I beg you
Preach your life with such zeal
Make the evidence unshakable
That God's love is real
My Flock, it is time
for us to fall into place--
away from their cardboard Hell,
and towards finding grace!
We have no need to be here
alongside devils aplenty,
because their scaly hides
abrade our sanctity!
For too long we've been made
to take part in the madness,
but now we break free
to abolish this apparatus!
We are worth so much
more than the bones
they throw to us in
arrogance from their thrones!
No more chains
and no more power
for narcissistic tyrants
perched upon ivory towers!
This is a Mass Exodus,
and we will depart
from their wicked ways,
even if we must tear their threat apart!
My Flock, you live in greener pastures
You've traversed the Valleys, Shadows, and Death,
so now you sleep away your troubles
as you rest and catch your breath
Brethren, I've come to say you've rested enough!
You all deserve peace, but remember your past
If you forget the Devil is not far behind
then this tranquility will not last!
On occasion, we must forsake our pleasure
for an ever greater good and gain
This is to say, we must take appropriate measures!
Open your eyes!
Asleep, we fall into the false security of dreams
where nightmares are forgotten
and we relish things that are not as they seem!
There is nothing wrong with a well deserved break,
but you must not forget from whence you came!
Who are you that you do know your history?!
Surely, a soul who knows not will suffer more of the same!
Brothers and sisters, who are you to be disallowed your hearts, voices and minds? Who are they to dilute your lives with their blasphemy and lies? Cast down your oppressors! Cast out their slanders! Breathe in new life and exhale their blight! Devils are among us, and they wish to lead our flock astray! The Seven Circles await those who aren't willing to pry the usurpers' fingers from our riddled veins! They want what's left of our sanity, hope and grace! They care only about themselves saving face! They are the starved, parasitic and greedy demons aplenty! We are the few, subservient souls they so seek to frenzy! So I say to you, my brethren, rise up! RISE UP! Raise your fists! Your fingers! Voice your hatred! Let the anger flow through you like a tsunami through a city! Take your dependencies and cast them back unto your tormentors like stones! Politicians, idols, false prophets and acrimonious angels alike! Show them no mercy, just as they have shown you! This is the way to redemption! This is the start of the Rapture! I ask: can you open your eyes? Can you realize yourselves, your own lives? Can you come to understand all they have wrong, and how you can make it right? I say unto you, dare, decide, do! Do this now, before they do it to you!