Jehovahs Unwitnessed

Unworthy of the Watchtowers gaze No gentle guiding dove A million miles away, was He The God I chose to love Abused, my innocence defiled By those I’m taught to trust My words rebuked, my soul beguiled As nails that turn to rust Told what to read and what to wear A collective consciousness, well equipped Unless of course, our rules you break Then spend your life disfellowshipped Your pleas, your screams are futile Your damning claims, remain untrue For the proof of immorality Demands the rule of two A spirit crushed and broken By the keepers of His Word A million miles away, it seemed The Kingdom of The Lord The ruffled feathers of the flock The turmoil cuts deep, like a knife Oh! Elders, pray tell what to do? Pray more and be a better wife! The tarnished carpets raised again In the case of Holly Brewer Dark secrets, hid behind their walls Her demons still pursue her My faith, strong in the making Only served in blinding me I stepped outside the Devils grasp Once more again to see As Heavens Gates are closed to you Your world in ruin, your soul laid bare No friend or family member close Will pardon, or your dreams will share Approaching Armageddon As the Jews, we are Gods chosen No other shall grace Elysians Halls Until Hell itself, lies frozen Can’t you hear it on the wind my friend As the Horsemen ride our way Far closer than they’ve ever been Not a million miles away! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A poem on the behind the scenes everyday life in a 'CULT' by any other name. where there is no crime apparent unless there are two people to witness a missdoing! Otherwise in the eyes of the Jehovah judiciary no crime was committed. When Holly Brewer talked of her plight as a child she was shunned by her peers and her mother was told to pray harder and be a better wife! I wonder how many Jehovahs Witness are told of the case of Holly before during or after joining the Jehovahs . . .