Hard Butter Lies
The powers that be
love keeping vital things hidden from view,
necessary things we need to know
Survival is up for sell
on the lottery auction block
But the bids are rigged
Who should be granted favor to live,
and who deserves to die
Imitator gods of flesh
believe they have the right to decide
And that they possess the authority
to keep their wicked agenda
hidden from our eyes
But there is a secret weapon
they know not about
Truth is a steel serrated knife
that cuts through the heart
of hard butter lies
Truth is a fire knife
that cuts through those ice cold crocodile cries
Beware powers that be,
suited up in your evil, politricking disguise
Giving us always hard butter lies,
and diluted, soft half-truths
One part fact mixed with nine part deceit
Taking ownership of a manufactured reality
Always wanting to slaughter the flock
and cull the herd
But those wanton intentions will be stopped
by the Word,
Yes, every word of God
Whose voice of Truth is like a steel serrated knife
that cuts through the soul
of hard butter lies
Truth that is like a laser hot, burning knife
cutting through glaciers of frozen spoken lies
I love feeling the melting of the unjust scales,
and the opening of the redeemed eyes
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