bootlicking idolatry
He’s a peculiar star
he comes from TV
ambition is his sphere
and his every line is a trick
all know him a notorious liar
whose business is schadenfreude
but many curry his sweet favour
for he has the cowards furry
and an actors need to be flatter'd
He has no quality worthy of entertainment
but we must see him every hour
for he is an hourly promise-breaker
for rashness, superfluous folly and thievery
the world has noted, he has no historical equal
In moral retreat, he outruns any jockey
the treasures of his idolatrous worshipers
he straightway began to strip away, by tariff
too late their despair they will proclaim
but the misery will be well earned
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Fool by bôa
TROUBLE (feat. Nikki Williams) by Parov Stelar
Who Let the Scat out of the Bag by Tape Five
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Webster: Schadenfreude = enjoyment at the troubles of others.
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Institutions
Attempt to define
What is not definable
So that adherents
Might own a set
Of concepts..
Which when believed
May be idolatrous to
That which can't be
Defined...
There are Baseless assumptions: those without "true" factual evidence
These are Based on hidden but known scientific presumptions
They are a mad scientific cultic like order
Lies are their foundational principles
Nature itself is their creator
Having no heart, logic or of a true order
Just breaking every laws with no consciousness
and causing bad consequences
They not being affected
by any sound judicial prudence
It is the belief system of death and chaos and of biases
Satan is their invisible master and he having many spiritually
blind, deaf and dumb followers
All stating of a backwards evolution
and very small natural adjustments.
Creatures totally transforming into another creature
and self-origin: all this an "Idolatry Statement."
"Let God be True and every man a Liar," this a very true statement.
i picked a stray
stone and chiseled myself a
god; then I worshiped
~Contest: Stones
~Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco.
Honesty is always the best policy
Too bad our leaders are sub par, biologically
It's in their genes
You know what I mean
A figment of their distorted minds idolatry
Who tends a vase
while flowers wilt and rot within?
Who turns to polish glass or pot
when contents should remove to bin?
When stench ascends,
and nostrils turn aside and clench
because of staining sin,
it tarnishes the gold within
meant only for His glory.
Why obsess this cracked and fragile pot,
the look, the pout, the in the out.
Why preen the outer fashion seen
and not the inner beauty
of a spirit washed and clean.
The beauty of the body,
made to display the soul,
becomes an idol temple
when treated with this goal.
To worship God's creation
mistakes creation's role.
This body goes from dust to dust
and without it we will stand
to give our final soul's account
without its helping hand.
God hates every kind of sin
but idolatry He detests most of all
this especially among His children
whom He loves, wishes them not to fall
The Lord throughout scripture has said
that concerning idols be on your guard
never to give them any kind of foothold
for if you do heavens road may be barred
But you may ask what's an idol?
well anything or one that takes God's place
God demands your full attention always
He must be the Lord ever at your place
You may think, hey God's not fair
what looks good to you, maybe not
you've got to trust God for real
for He's been here longer so very rare
In conclusion, be very sure
your only idol is God alone
for only, He is worth your time
it was for your sins He did atone
("Children, be on your guard against idols." 1 John 5:21)
Do not weep do not mourn
Do not move like a pawn
Back into his tight grasp
For that mans like an asp
Cleopatra is gone thanks
To his venomous pranks
Oh the fatal bite
Delivered so trite
Vipera aspis, get lost
You too, Naja Haja, tossed
Like a common adder
Becoming cannon fodder
Vipera berus berus
All green eyed, jealous
Follows the woman around
Copulation one bound
To lose in mating season
The dance of the adders, reason
No rear up, push his head under
Else, white flag it, blunder
Idol makers,
apprentices of Tubal-cain
Cruel instrument inventors
of the bitter aftertaste pleasure,
and sweet deceit pain
Children of Jubal
delighting in the music of suffering
Instruments of oppression
they have mastered well
From the mouth of dragons
breathing metal fire ...
sends more and more to the watery grave of hell
Instruments of idolatry
be evil, deified works of the hands of man
The unlearned ones
worship the gun ...
the jet plane
Bow on their knees to give thanks
to the tank ...
the submarine
Every war machine has their devoted blessing
Instruments of cruelty,
whose promise of use
will give the builder and the buyer
power, riches and land —
Slave shareholders of chained souls
to body bag claim
Idol makers,
apprentices of the bittersweet Tubal-cain
Evil reprobate roots
rising from the spoiled sour Magog ground,
at the harvest time of the second rain
Abominable Armageddon souls made to drink
the brimstone blood of their shame
Tony's doting on
deals at Dollar Tree teetered
on idolatry.
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An Aryan Christ under glass
Is beaming his charity down
As Emma thinks "This too shall pass.",
Regarding the heart of her frown.
Beside Him a handsome young man
Smiles on the same hallowed wall
The same idolatrous plan
Emma believes to be all.--
Pictures on a wall.
Lithospherical clunking, zest of our navel
Tumultuous melt, fizz ridden obliquitous
Inestimably stemming, trunking, branching
Exaspergrasping for equichosis, ecliptic apotheosis
We shimmer and charade as though dwelt in strobe
Inscribing the vitroglyph, micro slinks to macro
Then back again
I sit lotus, perfecting the interlocking polygonoids of this scape
I resonate and learn over a new sheaf
A Palm Map.
Forget the idolatry-
mirage-making lucid hallucinogen
Leaving a head ache quaked dust bin
Where fertile veins go
Be called in the presence of
To stand back and react
Is a twisted affair indeed
Language
Is to voice
Is to body breathing/mind dreaming
A soul on its path
To reach its hidden mission
The world show
Recedes and fades
Like shadows in the woods
Life is for the daring
Deep sea diver
Blazoned with faith to continue on
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