Tonight I rage in silence like the picture of a bomb
Wondering how my Lord bore walking through his earth unknown
Ryujin Jakka would have been my sermon on the mount
Blitzkrieg before the Pharisee open their mouth
Tonight I kneel and write like I’m channeling a Knee-El
But it’s reverence and gratitude because I am a God pail
I guess to teach some lessons some souls need hell
After all, to give us heaven, God would knead hell
Mmmmm
Give me that old time faith
Tell the hurt beside you that Christ has paid
After tasting power, we can all debate
This is the beginning Matthew Twenty-Four ate
Give me that antisocial obsession with the invisible
A craze admissible
My love affair with Christ is spiritually umbilical
But play it cool
This is harvest season and I am a shinigami too
Vera told me we should find ourselves a kind spouse
I said Girl first be a kind spouse
And why is it that our discussions lately lean to carnal?
Two years of discussions, no scripture recital
She said, “Oh I mix it up and make it educational.”
God said, “Further pressure is inconsequential.”
I remember how PT would start all his sermons
Matthew Twenty-Eight
Matthew Twenty-Eight
Now I see that only grownups think of lifting weights
And not everybody’s children can just man the gates
This train of thought makes you appreciate track record
While assessing everything through God’s lexicon
God help us all
For only God has had to hold it in more than any
I daresay that his silence alone deserves a Grammy
Having incarnated in his Word of Power
Only to watch young powers carry out a murder
But he saw it all, from the first word he uttered
I guess faith needs a bit of wonder
Godzniel
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