First made perfect
Now in my sight
More acceptably turned out.
Whiter than white.
Sinner, Satan
Condemns; not I.
Unbelief's foul self contempt
But left stained by.
The Earth’s core is alive and well.
Rotating like a Dervish, time flees!
Peace beckons us like sweet bees.
The Earth’s core is alive and well.
With kindness and pure love our hearts swell!
Hate condemns us to a hellish fate!
The Earth’s core is alive and well.
Rotating like a Dervish, time flees!
solutions unfound
archaic unchanged condemns~
d
e c r e p i t fetid
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.
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
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/
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/
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?
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!
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
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
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?
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
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
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.
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