The Pulpit of the Womb

The pulpit of the womb Is not the alter of the devil’s tomb It’s not the deception of a dichotomy of love Death holds its breath While a world calls evil good And life death The snuffing out of All the naturally conceived of The plagiarizing of God’s creative wisdom Grieve not the Holy Spirit As the Spirit hovered Creation’s waters So He hovers The Church Seeing to it that The Body is birthed The path of the pro-death agenda Leads to a place He will send ya And yes its ambiguity of my part To call it a place The place that is in the pro-death heart All the hate that is spawned As it rises on a dead world that’s dawned The baby killers Pornographic thrillers Autonomous willers Hollywood beguilers And the common all the while-lers Know its wrong but suppress the truth Unrighteousness for couth Let the Holy Spirit do within Otherwise, it’s the unforgiveable sin