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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Listen by Immanuel A. Michael (an alias of Michael R. Burch) 1. Listen to me now and heed my voice; I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness, but listen now. Listen to me now, and if I say that black is black and white is white and in between lies gray, I have no choice. Does a madman choose his words? They come to him: the moon's illuminations, intimations of the wind, and he must speak. But listen to me now, and if you hear the tolling of the judgment bell, and if its tone is clear, then do not tarry, but listen, or cut off your ears, for I Am weary. I desire mercy, not sacrifice. 2. Listen to me now: I had a Vision. An elevated train derailed, and Fell. It was the Church brought low, almost to Hell. And I alone survived, who dream of Mercy: the Heretic, who speaks behind the Veil. 3. Listen to me now: I saw an airplane fall from the sky. And why should I explain? The Visions are the same. It is my Heresy that I survive, because I sing of Mercy, while elevated "saints" go down in flames. 4. Listen to me now: I saw in Nashville how those who "soar" will plummet?Fame in flames!? and fall on those below, as if to kill them. The lowly, saved, will understand their names. 5. Listen to me now: I heard another say, "That which died shall Resurrect and Live." An angel with a Rose bestowing Mercy! What can it mean, but that my Visions give fair warning to the world that God wants Mercy. My Heresy is that we must forgive! 6. Listen to me now: she heard god calling? O, who will love me, who will be my friend? Does he want Perfect Saints, the whitewashed Purists, who frown down on their "brothers," without end? 7. Listen to me now: you are not perfect, and your "wise counsel" helps no one at all: unless it's sweetened with the sweetest Mercy, it's pure astringent antiseptic gall. 8. Listen to me now, and learn this lesson: If God wants mercy, why dig at the speck in your brother's eye, when even now the Beam, your lack of mercy, spares, no, neither neck, becomes the Hangman's Millstone. We're all children, all little ones! Be patient with the fleck! 9. Listen to me now: for the Announcer explained that wars have given Presidents the precedents to soon assume all Power. Vote, citizens, or be mere residents! 10. O, listen to me now: I saw the Warheads stored safely underground, except for One. A red-haired woman with a bright complexion seduced the guard. Translucent blouse, red thong, white bra?these were her fearsome antique weapons. I saw the Skull and Crossbones! Heed my Song! 11. O, listen to me now, and hear my Gospel: three verses of such sweet simplicity! God is Light: in Him there is no darkness. In Christ, no condemnation: Liberty! God want no Sacrifice, but only Mercy. O, who could ask for sweeter Heresy? 12. Theology? I swear that I disdain it! If Love can be explained, why then explain it! If Love can't be explained why, then, should God, if God is Love? Nor hell nor cattle prod is needed, if God's good, and God's supreme. Ask, children, what "re-ligion" truly means: "return to bondage! " Heed the bondsman's screams! 13. Heed, children, which Theologies you dream when Hellish Nightmares wake you, when you Scream for comfort, but no comforter is there. Which Voices do you heed, which Crosses bear? If god is light, whence do Dark Visions come which leave the Taste of Venom on your Tongue, with which you Damn your brother for one Sin you do not share, ten thousand underskin like Itching Worms that Squirm and Vilely Hiss: "Your brother's sin will keep him from god's bliss, but You are safe because god favors You! " If God is Love, how can this voice be true? 14. For God is not a favorer of men. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Keywords/Tags: prophecy, prophet, prophetic, vision, visionary, voice, judgement, america, usa, god, mercy, not sacrifice, rose, church, christ, christian, christianity, hypocrisy
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