I Don'T Want Your Soaked Sponge On a Spear

I Don’t Want Your Soaked Sponge On A Spear You showed promise at your place of employment So they presented you with a promotion You are so proud to be in a position of power Not to mention the paid vacation And presidential parking spot That was part of the package You prance around portraying a person Who is important Putting yourself on a pedestal Pretending to be a pal to your employees Now you want to provide me with an opportunity To be oppressed by you pride To be your apprentice… STOP! I don’t want your soaked sponge on a spear To many times I have told you about your tyranny Your advertisings of torture to the truehearted You taunt me as I sit at the table to study My Father’s teachings Telling lies with your twisted tongue You talk untruths About your pathetic moments on earth You toy with tedious thoughts Constantly plotting against the unsuspecting; Using tricks to terrify them There will be a time when death visits you And your commitment to hate will come to light Until then take back your soaked sponge on a spear I am disgusted with your demeanor Your disregard for mankind You do devilish deeds Disrespecting good guidance Instead you disappoint God With your destructive ideas You deserve hell There will be a day when you are denied admission Through the doors of Heaven And despite all you pleading You’ll be told to keep your soaked sponge on a spear Use it to douse out the flames While you dance with the devil Beneath the dirt Deep down In the depths of darkness