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
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