Baal
(A lone voice whispers)
In the twenty-first century, is this a frightening thing to read or see?
The abuse of all forms of humanity by such cruel people.
Bound by such evil pagan rituals. Linked to dark, insidious acts of depravity.
And being left with the silent question?
Will any God put us out of our misery, and punish those responsible with swift justice for so many unknown casualties?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Baal spent time in the underworld with the lesser gods
Learned how to make man miserable with the weather
Thunderbolts and lightning announced his earthly arrivals
Baal relished in the misery of lost sailors and dying soldiers.
He was a key deity in weather changes and stubbornness.
Thus, he was represented with a bull, ram or thunderbolt
Rider of the clouds some said; they were barely touching Baal’s strength.
He was the quintessential weather god, also, called
God of fertility, which goes along with moon cycles and weather.
Shouldn’t we readily agree,
Not to it like a decree,
Feeling really very free,
Unlike the under-lock-and-key,
That glances are for lent newspapers,
That shouldn’t in the borrowers hands last?
And to a reader, the foremost of his helpers,
Subduing the passages fast?
Men at the fascinating linger a glance,
But at The Suspicious glances steal,
Like detectives do on any sneaking chance,
With the demand for them damned real,
Every fired momentary glance,
Still a penetrative lance:
The would-have-been-good-enough,
For Prophet Elijah’s finishing off,
By the Baal Worshippers in a war dance,
And about him long begun to prance.
Normal glance: an attention in The Military,
Let alone The Stolen of the Gloomily Solitary,
With a frightful interest in Suicide,
But also appraising the merits of Genocide.
Hatch though glances do the poorest in detail,
Most of their reports rather a retail,
The looker furnishing scant contentment,
His eyes giving a fresh employment:
The longer look of curiosity that wasted the cat,
And demeanor of one who’d soon smell some rat.
There is a war on earth against God
attacking the very corner stones within pillars of belief
Shepherd when the stars of doom eclipse red faced
cornered facts bleeding innocent the silent screams tremble
Unheard angels filtering through the moonlight
kneeling souls pray for His dire mercy
To make this world right again filled with peace
Condemn the guilty as wolves they are killing sheep
Ripping little ones to pieces sacrificed at the pagan temple
where the purity of love has been tarnished ugly by these loveless strays
Savages impotent against the powers of nature
prostrating the cringing submission of a slave
Begging blind articles of self praise enslaved ideas removing independence
from true facts not acknowledged for their value underneath respect
Despite its wanton infliction of pain apes amongst rats devouring
democratic views under heaven's command thou shalt not kill
Fork in a rattler tongue,
knife in hooded cobra veiled hand
Silver spoon boa stomach demand,
air insatiable adder lung
Squeeze some more blood juice
out of the acidic voice fermented grapes
Hate poisoned liver-flavored pâté crepes,
pretzel logic is a spaghetti noose
Feast on a plate of lust of covetousness,
make the greed rise
Leaven loving eyes
only feed the poor mouths charity less
Get the Balaam onion bread
piping hot out of the Oval ovens
Carrot and spuds tweet muffins,
parrot-roasted talking heads
Famine feast on them whore drumstick fake legs,
devouring those naked breast dressings
Ask Baal for even more bowel blessings,
as your congregation of the dead coffin cake begs
Revisit the sham Shittim place,
where the gluttonous in heart fell belly up,
and the murmurers had their last lust sup:
A Baal-peor bloated quail face
Serving God Or Baal???
The Bible speaks of Elijah who
challenged the prophets of Baal.
To see who’s God was true.
And who’s God would fail!
The prophets of Baal cried
out to their God in vain.
But when Elijah cried to his God...
Then the fire came!
The people of Israel were astonished
by what they saw!
Fire from heaven… Consuming the
sacrifice, water and all!
Child of God… There’s a message that
God wants you to know…
Which God are you serving? A false one?
Or the one who loves you so?
Baal (this world), or Jesus…
The choice must be made!
There’s no middle road. It’s Jesus…
Or being sins’s slave!
Won’t you allow the fire from
heaven to consume your sin?
Renew your commitment to Jesus…
And not sinful men!
By Jim Pemberton
Baal
Written by Catherine Reinke
Ancient sources tell us of one old God
forbidden from all others,
Yahweh declared he, from the sun,
named him Baal. His ceremony enticement
many could not resist,
believe one God only’ certain may this one.
Each morning clockwork He would arise
feeding nourishment they and plants alive.
Not only life give’th He in sun’s magnificent glory
how few could understand
why Yahweh to war went with Baal.
Fought in heavens sky for power supreme complete
resistance forces fought immense
until victory found when Yahweh produced his demon fail.
Destruction of our earth, when Yahweh flood waters sent.
Save select few , Noah and they
in his arch rescue set omnipotent God sail.
Declared… drown the followers of the sun!
Yet ,rise each morning Baal still won.
Today from the watery grave they have risen
those who worship all that Baal The Sun has given.
Plead we now, no more destruct us for such love
condemned to wait return of the arch homeless dove .
Mend your rivalry Yahweh with Baal, we pray
that in service both, in gratitude and love we may.
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