A sinless one pays the wages of sin
One in whom death hath no hold
An anomaly goes unseen
For thirty silver coins He is sold
Offending many with all he aimed to mean
That was mocked and frowned upon when told
That the Son of God had stepped on the scene
Calling out men to either be hot or cold
He died as was foretold
A matter put to rest
Tucked away in a tomb and a stone rolled
And time would do what it does best
To pass and oversee His ideals grow cold
Not knowing of what would manifest
When His demise was three days old
Word broke out of the tomb being open
Some talked of his missing
Others witnessed Him risen
To five hundred he went appearing
To whom His rising couldn’t be disproven
No matter the mockery or chastising
Then His ascension and came the Holy Spirit
That His believers could do as He did
By faith to live and to push every limit
And from the yoke of sin be freed
With Him in heavenly places we sit
And in Him we are a new breed
K. Muitherero
If God and Heaven don’t exist,
their facade is fine with me
The simulation of a thought so pure,
will satisfy my needs
So take your theories and quantum math
painted corners left to dwell
I choose the beauty of a life divine
disproven—not dispelled
(St. Thomas of Villanova Chapel: June, 2019)
Wouldn’t it be odd if she didn’t believe,
And ignored the truth that occurred,
Denied all the proof of what other folks saw,
Denied what other folks heard,
Ignoring the transcripts, not wanting to know,
Not asking the folks who were there,
Not digging a bit deeper and doing her job,
Choosing, instead, his despair,
Well, it seems odd to me, these odd looking days,
The witch hunt believes dubious lies,
This uninformed witch chasing disproven stories,
With her phone and her suit and her tie,
Leaving behind her a wasteland of barren,
Destroying a man’s life of build,
Destroying, for no reason, the years of good done,
This innocent man who she killed.
Perspicuous and famous was the Law from Sir Newton:
“All massive objects have a tendency to gravitate”.
But as later discovered by the malignant Rasputin,
(Capricious and crude, inurbane and lewd, pleasured in people to alienate),
There’s a truth more profound and not yet disproven:
“Fame and fortune are transitory and are likely to dissipate”.
So no matter how much they may flatter or care,
Here’s some rules that may help to keep you afloat:
Watch your back, keep aware, try to act debonair,
And always be looking for a potential scapegoat!
(Submitted Aug. 31, 2016)
Wayward in my sin,
to You, I’m foreign
my angel wings have fallen
my belief disproven
a gimmick in his marketing
didn’t take much convincing
for I bought in
an empty, rusted tin
dimmed from seeing any light within
my faith, shaken
for a price
I will give my all for paradise
for a promise of the afterlife
convince me that I’m a heathen
that I need salvation
that I deserve redemption
that I’ll be spared Armageddon
to dwell in your holy kingdom
and gain internal freedom
when the world has quietened down
at peace like a perfect dawn
pray for my spirit to listen
when You sell me heaven
Tell a lie,
A fact lay behind,
What's a fact,
Well most can go by it,
When they all see the difference,
They call you a liar,
In this case and sometimes,
They all can lie,
And present a story as fact,
While what you saw or felt,
Was disproven allright,
But it remained a fact,
You were known to have lied,
But they all knew,
And you as well,
That you spoke the truth,
This is injustice,
With full prejudice.
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