The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? Jeremiah 17:9
Also from experience but through revelation The heart of a man can hold great devastation A man gone wrong can drain the soul of another, Contaminate the soul of a mother And change the mind of a child Hate in daddies eyes, as the baby cries…. The Devil sat back and smiled This morning the news said our future looks bleak, No one can find what they seek And I thank God that I know love What chaotic life can be made when hearts of stone have been laid…….. As a foundation for our youth, and the children we dispose of Our children are dying but our mothers aren’t crying Because they are the cause of the needless pain The children are misused and their bodies abused And really it’s all in vain The sickness within has spread like disease and infected the general population Now these children are grown and the seeds have been sown to carry on a mental devastation Rumors of wars and personal vendettas in store from the people who lead you to hell The path is narrow but the gates are wide and my soul is not for sell They say money is the root of all evil…… but really it’s the hands that exchange The TV says *** sells and to look towards fame and glory… that’s not my story And I am starting to think I have been short changed The TV sells lies that are cleverly disguised and I worry about my child’s perception In the mind of a child is the twisted reality of this world’s perverse deception I wish I could cry but my emotions are dry….. I have been desensitized And every time I turn on this **** TV… the chaos… has me mesmerized I want to know what happens next, my mind is oversexed and I am being told I need a drink I used to believe it was easier to just get blowed….I didn’t have the energy to think Well there’s a pill for every ill and a drug for every memory I would like to erase I wonder sometimes, while I am forced to commit crimes if one day I will be free from this place But my child has to eat and I won’t accept defeat……. I am also on the paper chase I have hope still that the people’s free will can lead them to seek God’s face Hope in a hopeless world is a danger all in itself Passion, Empathy, Loyalty and Love Exchanged in the place of wealth
While I grow older, heart’s of men grow colder But I understand….the weight of the world can be profound! If I could cry for the pain of the world, By now I surely would have drowned There is no true relief from this constant disbelief, My head to the sky and my feet on the ground I hope my daughter knows love and I am forgiven for my ultimate sin Taking another life to avoid this world’s strife And escape the hearts of men
Do not put your trust in princes, in mortal men, who cannot save. Psalm 146:3