Sick

Sick 5/22/2014

It might be a virus

Or it might be a germ

But you who needs a Trojan horse

If the back door is open.    

Look in the mirror

And think about tomorrow

The days looming ahead

Full of terror

Legislated genocide. 

That is the plan

And that is the horror

As many are manipulated

To envy and blame.

Objects in space

Hurtle overhead

And God only knows

Who is listening

And who will care.

But only a fool

Would consign his children

To a life of fear,

Subjective limitations,

And thought control.  

The truth matters

Both then and now

Just as valuable this very moment

As it has ever been.

The fix is in

And the pressure is on

Psychological warfare

And spiritual murder.

We are hated

But be happy anyway

Because God will provide

And he will repay.