One by one, I witness idols falling.
All I can think as I drink it in is;
it was only a matter of time…
I have no tears left to cry for them…
These self-proclaimed heroes are nothing but lies.
I see them fading in value until they’re nothing but food for the flies.
One by one their masks slip to the side to reveal the wolves hidden in plain sight.
How were we ever wooled by their fools’ gold and false creeds?
Leaving these creeps free to feed on the blood of the innocent, draining all in need.
But that’s the thing about consuming greed, it eats and eats, yet it’s never full.
Not one of them is good, they’ve sold themselves to an end goal
and it would behoove us all to pull away from their wool.
This isn’t a time to sit on the sidelines basking in their bull,
pick up your role and fight for your soul.
Not one is who they appeared to be but they love to play their bit.
They may seem wise to the untrained eyes but they’re full of shit.
Yet, no one seems to see reality clearly… not even me totally.
What a travesty that signs of the times remain unseen.
maybe in that sense, we deserve what’s happening.
The writing on the wall means next to nothing,
having been given to heathens and liars who seem to be illiterate.
All the locusts and the dogs pretending not to see the finger scribbling.
What a crime against humanity to idolize such deplorable things.
Wrapped up in amenities while compromising and misplacing dreams.
Too busy chasing vomitous dung heaps disguised as wholesome beings.
All the while they’ve been stealing and wolfing we the sheep.
….
GOD, to YOU alone I pledge my allegiance.
I’ve had enough, I’m over this mess, so I ask sincerely,
that YOU alone be My King, stay near me.
I ask that fire fall from the inside and burn the obscenities from humanity.
I ask that the lord of the flies, the king of deceptions, and the masses’ lies
lead the lips fueling them to their own demise.
I ask that those in pursuit of the truth find You.
May the lost be renewed by wisdom, fiery love, and youth.
I ask that the lewd, the crude, and the druid
be turned to the light or swallowed into the darkest night.
I ask that the meek reach the kingdom they seek.
I ask that the humbled and lowly see Your glory coming.
I ask that strange hail and lightning impale anything impeding each.
I ask that those who’ve been used and abused
be refueled and returned to their first love from above.
… and Anyone taking aim toward the recovery of the weak or the blinded,
find the edge of their own knives and be sliced before they find them.
Anyone taking GOD given rights,
Let them realize against whom they fight.
Enough is enough and if asking is the only requirement,
I’m asking from the bottom of this broken spirit rising to the surface.
I’m placing my tattered feet at the base of YOUR altar, encompass me.
On bloody knees, shredded heart in my hands I hold it up to YOU for delivery.
I’m grateful that you let me borrow these I’m so sorry for the wait.
Only YOU will know me to be true, and I’m sorry for their state.
Please, have mercy, take these shredded remnants from my plate.
I offer everything in me for the ultimate refurbishing.
Please, Good Sheppard who sees me,
may these dry bones be a suitable offering,
’cause they’re all that’s left of me,
and I’m here begging for your blessing.
If any of this speaks to your heart as you read,
feel free to join with my plea.
HE welcomes all who welcome HIM.
Amen.