being a faithful soldier of a false savior
to whom extorted worship is of most delight
makes you unbelievably adept
at paving your way with plausible lies
yes, you do have an upper hand
holding a diamond-edge ax
over every bridge of faith and trust
yes, you only cut what you must
what your savior commands
what pleases your pride
but you harm the innocent
and by doing so you show
you don’t fear God who gave you life
[your life is in spirit not flesh
your health in truth not fantasy]
it’s like you hid your real name
from your own mind
for what you know is not what you do
and what you feel gives you the wrong clue
and at the wake up call you're so disinclined
so what’s going on in your ever-winning mind?
how will you respond
when these words ring in your ears:
“not only you didn’t feed me when i was hungry
you made sure nobody did”
whom did you believe to end up like this?
your soul, dense like blob of molasses
snailing down the slope into the pit
how low do you need to slide?
how deep into disgrace?
for your heart to cry in truth
to start looking for the saving grace
and instead, you keep lying
you keep holding that gun
your finger on a trigger
right in the face of Jesus Christ
our Lord and Savior
yet, everyone's nigger
to whom extorted worship is of most delight
makes you unbelievably adept
at paving your way with plausible lies
yes, you do have an upper hand
holding a diamond-edge ax
over every bridge of faith and trust
yes, you only cut what you must
what your savior commands
what pleases your pride
but you harm the innocent
and by doing so you show
you don’t fear God who gave you life
[your life is in spirit not flesh
your health in truth not fantasy]
it’s like you hid your real name
from your own mind
for what you know is not what you do
and what you feel gives you the wrong clue
and at the wake up call you're so disinclined
so what’s going on in your ever-winning mind?
how will you respond
when these words ring in your ears:
“not only you didn’t feed me when i was hungry
you made sure nobody did”
whom did you believe to end up like this?
your soul, dense like blob of molasses
snailing down the slope into the pit
how low do you need to slide?
how deep into disgrace?
for your heart to cry in truth
to start looking for the saving grace
and instead, you keep lying
you keep holding that gun
your finger on a trigger
right in the face of Jesus Christ
our Lord and Savior
yet, everyone's nigger
