constantly confessing sins
never knowing forgiveness
like a man with a book
but unable to read
or a fool hoarding gold
and dying from hunger
enslaved to the pride of life
the measure of men
of winning and success
compelled to boast
the works of one's arms
flaunting wit, or foolishness
but oblivious to the exposure
of their nakedness and vulgarity
of pain and confusion
of faith in their strength and wit
of the Mark of Man
on their arms and foreheads
believing by strength of will
what is given and not by works
the soul betraying the flesh
in double mindedness and hypocrisy
seduced by free will
but enslaved to another's will
but the further apart,
the more fervent
to execute the command
to impose commands
on their neighbours
when the only command is love
by the measure they measure
they are measured
for they have become
the enemy they condemned
and judgement is just
for evil judges evil
Son of Ham, slave of slaves, reigned.
Humiliated, but unrepentant, defiant, and unfearing,
They asked for one of theirs to be king.
Saul, anointed and prophesied, crowned king.
David, feigned madness, fought for the Philistines.
The Jews searched long and hard
for signs of their Messiah's coming
but when he arrived as prophesied
they traded their King for a thief.
The Evangelicals love their bibles
Proud they see, for the Light has come
And not as Jews for they're true Israel,
Desirous as Eve, they hasten the Apocalypse.
The Evangelicals searched long and hard
for signs of their Messiah's return,
the lawless one arrived as prophesied
and they made him King.
If the Chosen suffered the Holocaust,
how can anyone escape chastisement too?
It’s your own book
But you don’t toe the line!
You ignore your own religion
But demand to control mine!
You deserve no credit
As far as I can see
Except that you excel
In blatant hypocrisy!
You wave your flags
And lionize the Old South
With things Jesus never said
Coming out of your mouth.
It’s almost like your mind
Is now permanently delirious,
Though you still demand that we
Should all take you serious.
Just like a guy in the local park
That seemed to suffer a mental pox,
The difference is, unlike that man
You don’t stand on any soapbox.
But both of you babble constantly
With precisely the same vanity
That the madness you spew
Should be accepted as sanity.
Neither of you care to understand
That spreading untruths can destroy
The wisdom of experience we have.
It blinds people to the precious joy
Of sharing love for love’s own sake;
Accepting people as blessed as you,
And as deserving of your good wishes,
Hoping their best dreams come true.
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