A Reputation Is Not a Soul
They wear the name
before they wear the heart.
Their mouths speak mercy,
But their hands throw stones.
They laugh at the poor,
and call it wisdom.
They look at weakness
as entertainment.
They help you--
then ask for payment
in silence broken by shame,
in rumors louder than truth.
They tell you to pray
while they tighten the circle around you,
a group that claims holiness
while making your life feel like exile.
Their words are weapons…
never medicine,
cutting deeply
while claiming to correct.
They pray not for light,
but for your fall,
and when it comes,
they turn away as if innocent.
They post your pain without permission,
turning your wounds into content,
and your dignity into a joke.
They offer no break, no mercy,
not even in holy time!
Christmas absorbs their Bitterness,
the New Year begins without mercy.
The leader hides in shadow.
A proxy takes the seat beside you,
cups your words,
and spreads them around.
They shame you openly,
circulate your image,
and when you break your silence,
they call you Broken, Unstable, Unreal.
They judge how you spend;
the way you get by day to day,
as if belief gives them the right
to decide for you.
They Welcome you warmly
their decision is already fixed.
When you see behind the curtain,
they erase you
by turning people against you.
So tell me…
Is a good reputation always good?
Is a bad one always deserved?
Evil moves quietly,
often in prayer circles,
often behind clean images
and loud hallelujahs.
But TRUTH - does not need Noise.
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