A Lily among Thorns : Inspirational Poetry

A Lily among thorns-

Screaming in voices of hatred,

Not knowing beloved grace

Pushing their desires of a

Godless world, they scream

It is word- to those whom

Think they are filled brim glory-

Teaching gain, profiting in words

Twisting faithful lessons

Thinking they are righteous

Not grasping the simplicity

Of the forefathers writings

Reading them too many times

Memorizing verses, seeking

Quoting words misconstrued

Writing, for gain in them

Standing in pulpits, shame

None as sickening evil

As those whom teach financial

Saying give to me, you will gain

Buy my words, teachings

They are harsh rains of fire

Flies on the faithful

Bleeding, blood crucified

Raping children of God

Stealing from God’s storehouse

Building temples of stone, glass

Rising hierarchy, not grace

Hiding simple truths

In mass control of burned lies

Wearing fine robes of glory

Weeping plagues, burning whores

Leading the faithful astray

Prop hits of earth profiting

Profiteers of all holiness

Will be destroyed

Every soul taken with them- gone

Their names being blotted out

In the book of life

And all that follow corruption

Seeking faiths of dark colors

Not finding true hues, faith

The children of God

Walk away, hurt, rejected

Losing immortality, grace

There is profit, in teachings

Profit for the wormed words

Each saying, I am truth

I am the way, the light

Having no light, colors

No gift of the spirit

Pouring out vomit

Sick the dog, turn to it

Screaming believe my way

Or you will taste death.

Believe in me, or you die

Follow them, to ruins

Confess to him, her-

That rapes a child’s faith

Steals from Gods house

Defilers of evil, reap hells fires.

Oh, defilers of the word

weep ever lasting shames

Casting dark pearls

False idolatry on the pour

Even knowing the words

Warnings, crimson are voices

That lead the faithful to fire

Not leading souls to- living- power

Taking God’s teachings

Adding upon them, thru ages

Monks, wizards, witches

Filled with lies, hazard them

Find your own path

Seeking glory never, ever

In mans or woman but

In our living breathing

IS, IS, IS

“Is, forever, forever, amen, amen, amen.”

The psalms of Nemesis

Scribe by the blue rose

“Be a lily among thorns.”

08-13-2007 6:39AM