Best Apostasy Poems
This Casuistry is a paradox
Fallacious feelings repress
A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox
Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express
My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery
Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL
An elaborate machination Formation of
this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy
Renegade inspiration
A
Live
Grenade
Revolution call.
Societal crumblings
A mind poisoned by barricades
Limitations.
Cures itself
By questioning everything
Invalidity, obscurity, corruption
Topple under
Plots of our Coterie
Political pressure
Militant insurgency
Worship the gun
Worship the steel
Guerilla tactics
Metro
Urban
Rurally
Camouflaged pawns
Stratagem
Pieces on the board are people
Playing for real.
Didactic Leaders
And
Pedantic parents
They’re history and experience
In perspective reveals.
Cycle of manipulative
Elite, controlling
The pariahs
Starved in appeal.
With alacrity now, I give up
That, which my belief once usurped
To my thirst like a cup
However, the longing never stopped
Deem not, a-going astray
My new will to not
Genuflect, statutorily and pray
To that in marble or ivory wrought
I have not traded the missal
For a bride’s love nor wedlock’s ring
But my early truth, in a trickle
Hast dripped; a new faith, entering
Yet, methinks am gone astray
For the new truth, sounds several leagues away
The Lord spoke to me in dominion.
As a protectorate, he gave vision.
He said through intoned power that the renunciation of a religious faith
must be enunciated.
As a woman of God, I pledge allegiance to his way.
I am monotheistic in faithfulness.
My covenant will subsist and endure via solidarity.
Social Theology is a New School of Thought.
It’s a socio-political and socio-religious walk.
No faith is disallowed.
Just bring yourself and your Bible.
Prayer and worship is done philosophically.
Canons are passing through divinity.
Apostasy is a commitment to a higher order
one that the Lord has defined for theological refinement.
No writhed is involve if you are a person of rightful mindedness and
you saunter with the omnipotent.
Let us amble forth.
A stroll with the omnipotent is not to be mooched.
We are blatant in seeking the truth.
Benevolence to those in their faith, we are searching
for a greater determination.
Through supplication and reverence, we see eternity.
Apostasy is communicative skills of high literacy for a higher order of articulation
via invocation and veneration.
Will the Church say Amen!?!
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Penned on June 03, 2014!
The first move is on ' its reported a 15 year old boy
Has died from the bubonic plauge (Black death)
In Mongolia, apparently two people had it in 2021
At A place named Khovd.) They also died
Reportedly contracted from eating marmot
Meat is the line..Seems like the bat eating theory.?
In 2021 astra zeneca started making a plauge vax
Same year as covid was being advertised.' Seems
Strange.? This could well be the next fear driver
Some purported jabs already being administerd and
A local lockdown was in place, there are also reports
Of university teams identifying the start of the
Middle ages plauge outbreak as Kyrgyzstan.'
It seems all intermeshed and suggestive to my mind.'
The dominoes are in the process of being placed.'
Exile prophet, seer of Patmos,
peering through a time yet future,
saw your rising, not from waters,
but from the bowels of the earth.
Lamb-like beast adorned with two horns,
destined by God’s grace for greatness.
Chosen while not yet a nation,
to be His servant in the world.
As the world’s Dark Age was ending,
you were rising like a beacon.
Luring Christians who were fleeing,
persecution in other lands.
On your shores, they built a nation,
on the bedrock of God’s laws.
Civil and religious freedom,
were the hallmarks of their compact.
Relying on God’s providence,
This nation rose to prominence.
Defying history’s outsized odds
She survived, grew, prospered, and thrived.
Though flawed, she proudly honored God,
opposing godless philosophies.
Her newspapers and magazines
were genial to her Christian views.
The children in her schools were taught,
the principles of Holy Writ.
The virtues that made humans good
were woven in her warp and woof.
The secret of her greatness was
the goodness of her principles.
Her founders warned of her decline
if she to evil would incline.
Then like a soul bewitched and cursed,
she started down a slippery slope.
This nation turned her back on God,
despised the good, lauded the bad.
The seeds she sowed have produced trees,
whose evil fruits have ripened fast.
The baleful results of the crop,
has led to her colossal drop.
The vacuum left by ousting God,
has now been filled by man-made gods.
The Baals, Venus, Ashtoreth,
and sundry gods now rule her land.
Consumed by materialism,
obsessed with sex, drunk with pleasure,
ruled by passion, confused, debauched,
her subjects worship at their shrines.
Life is not valued anymore,
mass killings are so commonplace.
The substances used for pleasure,
destroy and kill instead of thrill.
The tales of civilizations past,
predict the future that awaits,
to greet a nation that was great,
but who became an apostate
The silence between heartbeats
is an abandoned cathedral of old.
As the heat from when hearts meet
Someday leaves me cold.
I sang praises, left offerings on altars
I declared the message for ages,
And swore to never be one who falters,
Stick to the Book; reread the pages.
I fasted for you, daily prayed,
Became your priest with my heart in the trade.
I abandoned all others, in you my life made.
Gave without thinking when you asked for blood paid.
I confessed all things in your box.
Laid myself bare before you
Whipping myself with thorns of what’s true.
And still. You took my tongue and changed the locks.
The silence between heartbeats,
It was once filled with you,
What was roaring with light and heat
You drank; out of me, all life you drew.
The silence between heartbeats
Is an abandoned cathedral of old.
And to enter a church again?
…I don’t think I can be so bold.
A friend of mine,
Told me Christ is one of these three things:
A joke in a popular culture,
A name used to oppress Africans.
A banner raised by religionists to prevent homosexuals from getting married.
She mentioned the church is where people.
Give advice they themselves can't keep,
The shepherd is more lost than the sheep,
He preaches what himself can't keep.
Never will she want to be part of the sheep.
The sheep are lost, pretending to be found,
Their voice is that of a wolf.
Sharp nails that protrude from their hooves,
These sheep feed on meat and blood!
Wiping their lips every morning before church service.
She mentioned God is a subject that can be perfectly understood outside the Bible.
Other religions are just different road maps to Him.
She no longer wants to be identified with Christian 'Clicks'.
She wants to be free,
Her wings have been choked daily,
she can no longer grow in the faith she was brought up in.
She now talks of Karma,
The universe energy that is focused on her.
The positive and good vibes directed to her,
the emptying of mind from her Yoga tutor,
She no longer sails with God in her tide.
Depending on fate and chance,
Sin has clogged her mind, becoming callous in her conscience.
Doing what she loves, what her mind wants.
She is no longer in the faith,
neither was she in the first place.
Death hatched doubts,
Stretch of doubt led her blindly out.
But you must remember, beloved,
predictions of the apostles.
There will be scoffers in the last days,
Following their ungodly passions,
It is these who cause divisions,
Worldly and devoid of the Spirit.
Beloved, building yourselves up in your most holy faith,
praying in the Holy Spirit,
keep yourselves in the love of God,
In wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ that leads to eternal life.
Having mercy on those who doubt.
save others by snatching them out of the fire, showing mercy to others with fear,
hating even the garment stained by their flesh.