Condemns Poems

Decrepit Static

                                    solutions unfound
                           archaic unchanged condemns~
                             d                
                               e c r e p i t      fetid

The Ides of March

This week is bleak, the birds don’t sing
No sun, no rains, but greyness
Even the churchbells didn’t ring
Have they become atheists
The bellman and the bearded dean
And all the congregation?
In times like this to breathe is sin
No promise of salvation 
Can take away the truth it fakes
And like a stubborn stem
Grows through the slab, the truth condemns  
The order of the damned
So atheism’s a way to go
Believe in politicians 
They must continue this old show
Which you can call fictitious 
But wasn’t it meant to be as such?
Just ask the God, if you
Don’t think he is disturbed too much
With millions in the queue
That stretches out through centuries
Dead people want to know
What were their lives about, if this
Was meant to be a show
Beware the Ides of March, in case
The warning comes in time
If there is still a time to waste
You doubt it? So do I.

Jesus prays for us

Dear Jesus
thank you for interceding for me
 Lord you want the best for each and every one
our one true friend
that is second to none Amen

Romans 8:34


34 Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.  Amen

John 17:20-23

Jesus Prays for All Believers
20 “My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, 21 that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. 22 I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one— 23 I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.  Amen

God Be Tripping On Insanity

In the vastness of the Heavens/
Where shadows twist and sway/
God sits upon His throne/
Craving praise everyday/
A delusional narcissist/
In robes of iron clad might/
Condemns the soul's below/
To eternal, fiery night/
He whispers of love/
Yet rules with an iron fist/
Demanding blind devotion/
A sadistic, twisted tryst/
Freedom of choice/
A mirage in His cruel game/
For seeking higher power/
We are shackled in His name/
How can love and tyranny/
Dwell in one divine embrace/
A God who craves glory/
Yet condemns the human race/
Tripping on insanity/
In His quest for adoration/
He damns those who refuse/
To eternal condemnation/
In fires below/
Where His wrath does reside/
Lies the truth of His nature/
The Devil in disguise/
A sadistic puppet master/
With traits so dark and grim/
God be tripping on insanity/
And we're all bound to him/
Trip, trip, trip, tripping on insanity/

The Narcissistic God's Throne

To bow at feet divine, yet feel the weight/
Of every fault, each sin he does dictate/
A love proclaimed, yet fire awaits below/
In sadistic trials, our fate does show/
A tyrant's rule, a dictators scheme/
A mind consumed by power, it would seem/
In psychiatric terms, a narcissist plea/
A God who craves our praise, eternally/
If love so pure condemns to fire's embrace/
One questions this divine, omnipotent grace/
A paradox in words, where love and wrath/
Seem intertwined on a narrow path/
Communistic echoes in divine decree/
Where worship is forced/
And freedom can not be/
A kingdom not ruled by Democracy/
But by iron hands of theological tyranny/
The question lingers, in the silent night/
Can love be true/
When governed by such might/

Why

A virtuous man stands tall, far ahead, 
Preaches mercy, yet calls heretics dead, 
Speaks of hell, if he had seen, 
Prescribes salvation and condemns unclean, 
He sings of heaven till his last breath, 
Then why, priest do you fear that death?

An infidel knows no rules, the trouble begins,
How can a priest keep him from sins?
Does this make him boundless, free to appease? 
Or does the priest sin more than he dares to please?

Amid Disarray

A cynical never asks himself,
" How a miracle can ever happen when everybody
goes on without faith through their hopeless day? "
I attest this truth with disbelief!

Faithful can pray constantly with bowed head,
hoping God listened to their plea to all spoken words;
how disappointed they are when nothing ever happens:
and amid disarray they their hope turns cold!

Nobody understand how favor is imparted fairly,
God chooses the ones deserving His endless mercy;
the angry preacher with a harsh voice condemns sinners
who don't cleanse their souls with any repenting tears! 

Look for drastic signs that foretell events to come,
be ready for what can and will change Man's destiny;
God's word is unbreakable, his promise declares love:
believers are patient and profess their faith devotedly!

5th Symphony

The 5th Symphony
is the terribly great symphony that scarred the sky

The 5th Symphony
is in the hands of the conductor
with skin like the bitter Prussian snow,
and the eyes of a starless night

The 5th Symphony is played
in the tempo of War,
with the opera of mourning
in the Key of Retribution

The melting of a city made of gold.
The angel of Revenge
forges the weapons
for the sons of Injustice, Wrath, and Survival.

Gardens of peace offerings, swallowed in fire.
before their ghosts could whisk away
the arrows that clothed the ash
were fallen unto them

The edge of the blade condemns the Emperors, and their wives,
yea, even their handmaids to the Pit of Sheol
and their souls are rended apart, down to the dust of the dust,
even before they descend

A Silent Scream

Worst cry ever heard, a scream from the depths of a soul
It’s a silent scream that can only be felt
By another heart that cares and refuses to scold
Never condemns but offers God’s grace. love, and help

She was standing in a jail cell
Was there for murdering a man
Asking, "Can I be saved from this hell,
My soul is sinking way down."

He stood frozen in disbelief
Could he be hearing such dire words
Her face showed remorse and grief
For the evil she had done

What in her life caused such despair
How had she come to this real low
Did she kill out of hatred or fear
These hard cold facts he didn’t know

Her question was etched on his mind
He gave the answer that pardons all
One he hoped she would not decline
Trust in Jesus Christ, the Lord

Have you ever known that cry in the depths of your soul
The silent scream that tears at your very being
Ripping you apart, leaving you numb, even cold
My only balm was God’s grace, mercy, and love

A Scarlet Ode to Hawthorne

My shame is my scarlet letter
Sewn stitch by stitch by years
A scarlet letter emblazoned
An alphabet on my chest
A superhero’s symbol disguised
Find me a phone booth
Tear off my Brook Brothers shirt
Pull down my J Crew  pants
It’s good to see my scarlet letter
Fly like a speeding bullet
Save us before we fall
Into the maddening crowd
Is it a superpower
When everyone has it too
No man is free from shame
All of us Hesters in disguise
Superheroes without shame
Some heroes act without applause
Some of us for Pearls in oysters
I can hear Dimmsdale’s sermon
My Chillingworth condemns me
My scarlet letter beats on my chest
My shame for all to see
My superpower my weakness
My weakness on full display
God chose the weak in this world
We bring shame to the strong
We are the stones of Zion
We cause the shameless to pause
Look back on our scarlet letter
Shameless in our exposition
Without shame what are we?
Without the scarlet letter 
Aren’t we just numbers?

Morning Fire

She rises amidst the morning fire
Longing for the dreadful desire 
Longing and lonely as a star mourning
Again and again she desires
She desires as much as fire
Fire upon fire hungrily stands
Outstretched in columns
It descends, swooping overhead
Outstretched beyond it’s limits
She apprehends and condemns
The utmost decision;
She befriends.

Hazy Horizon

Hazy Horizon
David J Walker

The terrible annual winds
That condemns
The lusty Prairie Floor
On a gusty Spring Day
In a dusty Remembrance 
Of Youth
And what might be left of a Truth
We once prayed for 
And what is left is all the more
The Hope of a Hazy Horizon 

Sail the Unkept Sea 
Of secrets unforeseen
Dream of dreams undreamt 
Of failed obtuse lament  
And childish sentiment
That were but are no more
The Hope of a Hazy Horizon

Barrier

Just meters away from the door's neon light, 

Like an eternity in this dark place 

A measurement of sighs past midnight, 

The silence doesn't care about my face 

The silence doesn't even glance at me 

The silence is cold in all my ways 

The silence condemns me to be free 

The silence will be with me, all my days, 

Despite the love, despite the burning flame, 

Your radiance from my eyes must disappear, 

From existence in the sphere of my frame 

Your silence must cease to interfere 

With the busy misery hidden in my smile, 

I will never, to your grace, reconcile.

Family Strokes

1.The dogma of atheist does not contain any stance
(positive nor negative)about any form of incest.
about pig eating,about swine soup,about fried frogs,
about consensual gaang baang etcetera.
2.Moreover,most atheists do not customarily condemn 
the very practices that religion condemns, 
for example,idolatry,adultery,and homosexuality.
3.Atheists do not constitute a cohesive or powerful group.
4.They argued that as long as sex is between two consenting 
adults,then it should be permitted.
5.It is an act that is morally or naturally wrong and it should 
be punished by law.

A Lost World

What was once to be, what was
A life of dreams and hope's reality
Chaos turned uncontrollably wildly insane
A society of a broken world,A Lost World
A dying generation,a new begins 

People out of control,no control
Killings everyday the news channel saids 
If not by gun, phones become deadly
The people cry even if their own destruction
The hurt is felt even to the economy
As well as the soul,a lost world unfolds

A society who condemns God just their pleasure 
Their needs be not yours but their own 
That behind the gun they pull triggers 
Who to blame, not the one swinging hatchet 
But society,We The People our choice cries 
As we point blame to a lost world dying out 

We want to do crime but not pay the price 
Kids kidnapped and raped,no parental control 
Our choice be our own Let Freedom Ring 
But without sacrifice what do we gain 
If we become a lost world without perception 
A Lost world with no future cause we fail to teach

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