THE DAYS ARE MAD

  The days are mad these days: Beauty is only between their thighs, They sell it to get their desires, And embrace not meekness; They shed morals and wear clothes To cover up their evil. But it’s so clear. Blind souls claim the gifts of prophecy, Liars wear the clothes...

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IN THE NAME OF BEELZEBUB

They cast out, not in the Lord’s name But in the name of Beelzebub; They heal in his name They set free in his name They cut loose in his name They’re doing it in his name Disguised in my Savior’s name In the midst of multitudes They preach in...

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DEAFENING VESPERS

Oh land… Your prophets smoke weed Then covet men’s treasured field They, travesty of righteous men Multiply looters in righteous mien You traverse lands and seas To pray that others might see Your deafening vespers Nothing but satanic whispers Have I not made you rich Why celebrate in the breach?...

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THE BAKER

Does the baker bake broken bottles? Tell her, that they are many splinters, And the glazier’s resin can’t hold. Where is the masonry On whom chisels were faulted? Tell her, the smith’ furnace, Has begot cold impotent ash Where is religion, That carries good morals? Tell her, she lost her...

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I KNOW THE MAN OR SO I THOUGHT

I know the man so pure and gentle With meekness that commands respect. Or so I thought… He preaches so fervently He commands demons and they flee Or so I thought… He pronounces and prophesies He decrees and declares. Or so I thought… He throws his handkerchief To the spiritually...

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THE PROPHECY

Come, come heavenly kingdom. Down here, kingdom! The seed of salvation is dead on soil of no mercy And in this final lap, men declined wisdom And seek, the prosperous hum of prophecy! Where shall salvation lie? When we speak many things, hearts to materials bound, Glorious in human content,...

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