The beasts of the East
The beasts of the East rule the land that exists,
With the wisdom brawn gives them and war-mongering fists.
The beasts of the East speak their message quite loud-
They are creatures with features both mighty and proud.
And the beasts of the East have never tasted defeat,
Taking homes, breaking bones and then dining on meat
That these beasts from the East steal from innocent backs
That from behind were blindsided with cowardly attacks.
The beasts of the East take their plunder back home
Spending money on honeys so they’re never alone.
The beasts of the East while they self-glorify
Sense days of slumber are numbered, they have nowhere to hide.
Comet or flood,
Diseases or mud,
The greatest of all shall still fall if they haven’t got love.
The beasts of the East and the least of the Earth,
All have a date with there maker the day they’re covered with dirt.
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The angelic race fought a mighty fight
To glimpse the things I see-
A sovereign grace bought for a price
Has set this captive free.
“Captive” means I was a slave to sin,
The most enslaved was me,
But I’m now a slave to Jesus Christ
(Now and for eternity).
The angels must still wonder though
“What is that human really worth?”
For the price God chose to give
Just to let this sinner live
Was the most precious Life on all the earth,
His death became my birth.
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Origin or sin
“Let there be something”
Said no one to nothing
But no sound was found-
There were no words to be heard,
Or ears to hear
Or speaking lips
Or a medium which
Sound could exist.
Not a thing,
But then it exploded.
A likely story
That although boring
Helps us sleep at night.
And arranged themselves in order.
Primal chaos reigned
And then became
But I confess
That it’s insane for me
To just believe
A theory as fact-
The big bang of the gaps
Doesn’t tell me crap.
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Communist paint sniffers
Through my black mirror
The doll-faced little zombies
Sang words of adoration
In drugged, monotone grunts and groans of death.
The pasty brittle faces giving hazy little praises
To the God who permitted debt,
Sickness and pestilence.
But their little is big through my black mirror.
They have no home, no gifts, or hope that I can see
As they stand and sing and smile and freeze.
They have no black mirror, no food or drink
Or clothes, family or time to think.
These tiny little zombies smile
As they pray to a God who seems to take a while!
But He gave them what they have (this Lord of hosts),
Not much but they have more than most.
I look into my black mirror and don’t like these kids I see,
Should I help them be set up? Could God actually use me?
But I need to be distracted
And my mirror has apps for that,
so I click away
I guess I’m the zombie now.
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