Bull activist,
stupid extremist,
proselyte of the kettle,
talk of nonsense...
Dry caca taster,
vinegar wine taster
Junkie food bib,
hero of nonsense...
Rotten ego massager,
pimp and donkey sycophant,
mongrel among the donkeys...
It's pathetic, paregoric and illiterate,
you're a goofy politician,
fumbling fuse,
fuze of confused...
You're an upturned splinter,
a wild bombshell,
a pieces of smelly,
a moldy sponge cake,
brainless crumb,
disturbed flour,
a bucephalus steak...
A serious candidate for exile,
exile beyond hell,
because neither the devil wants you around!
If you know someone like that,
unfortunately my friend,
I only despise you...!
I heard bankshots last night,
sounded like vault robbery for sure
These startled eyes, which got rudely awakened,
saw some masked bandits
mute walking on a one beam teller ...
not cash registering one word
No safety deposit reassurances were heard,
only silent alarm
breached security measure blurbs
On the latest Bankers Holiday,
I heard some peppery sprayed hotshots
being airwave-pumped
in a high pitch, screaming tire getaway
Preying mantis scarlet quotation tread marks
on the glowing screen said:
"We only take more than you can pay ...
blood money always got a dead air say"
Children of famous crooked faces
were crouched decibel low on a zip lip line,
tightrope beam teller
Proselyte pantomime pupils
moving their mouths a lot, cat burglar quick
Using lip sync tools,
saying not a single word ...
Only giving a wily nod coyote wink
I heard not a word
uttered
No, not one truthful word
spoken
during this brazen, public heist
As every lullaby lamb
warm fleece slept
with their pockets open last night
As a natural born skeptic,
how in the world did they convince you
to fall into a cult religion out of the clear blue?
Looking back, it's now easy to see why,
what it was that attracted you
They promised you a ticket to heaven;
and your present lifestyle you didn't have to give it up,
you could still do any and everything you wanted to do
Proselyte,
new convert
Dark is your light,
holiness you try to pervert
Keep telling yourself this lie ...
that you can live any way you want to,
because it's God's will for us to live free
Your premise is topsy-turvy:
God freed us from sin, so we could live holy
Hearing that you got converted to that cult,
sounded so strange to my ear
You never believed in anything,
a pure nihilist
who always scoffed at what you called religions of fear
Now lookie here, look at you ---
A proselyte,
a child of hell times two
So don't you dare try to persuade me,
I know all the lies on your cult's long list
I suppose you got what you always wanted,
to meet the devil, who you said didn't exist
Hired Hand
and so we see,
That some are in the hands of God because they love him, his son, and his commandments.
While others point the finger of their false Gods
and teach a false Christ to their neighbors.
and Jesus exalts his holy father in heaven and says 'I am the way'.
while others teach, 'I am your holy father come to my church and pray'.
and they set up idols and false gods as stumbling blocks, to lead the flock astray.
I witness, it would be better for them to destroy all their images, statues, and artifacts,
than to have one proselyte kneel before them to pray.
and I'm afraid
that no place for them will be found
come judgment day.
And Moses was a mighty warrior who with words and power divided a nation.
How much more mightier the Lord Jesus Christ,
who divides churches, people, and nations.
and the blind cannot see for they cling to their twisted faith
how can those in the hands of false gods
ever find their way
for it is not in them to repent
for the sins that they commit
easier for them to deny and or justify
their deeds, their ways, and their sins
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