Open Mike

I am compelled to speak out. All you claim to any who will listen are but; Delusions, drawn from a need to be; More than you think you are; And you’re right God need be feared for he has his army; And I with my tongue could cut your words into shreds For I know of man’s desires and I’ve seen the tracks; Slithering along the twisted roads of this thing we call life. It’s supposed that one should pray for your forgiveness; For after all you are but a human; Captured perhaps by the darkness of your own inequities; But beware of your proclamations of grandeur; Claiming to be Adam the first man; For Eve if she comes; In your case is sure to eat that apple.