i’m going to hell
when your daily actions,
and mostly inaction,
validates the concept
of hell for less fortunate
peoples around the world!
salvation’s not a…
social club!
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We, who pray for peace,
Who profess equality,While building walls.Who speak of freedom,But only in hushed tones.Who fight over religion,And judge by skin color.Who bury our heads,Turn and walk away.Who drink our children’s blood,And borrow against their dreams.Who stand for justice,But only for the few.Who rewrite our past,And whitewash our sins.Who steal from the poor,And call it fair profit.Who hate…
if time be chiseled in flesh,
leaving bricks to testify.and destiny perceived,the debt relieved,who pays the cost to die?the hallowed clothedin rags and dust,kneel beneath the cross denied.we pray to ghosts,while ignorance grows,walking suicides.still the rebel windbreaks windowpanes,tears roofs from vacant souls.calling to the few,who dare be true,to give what cant be sold!
i was thinking about Jesus
thinking about the band a playin’while the Titanic sankthinking ’bout salvationthinking about getting freethinking and a wonderingdo you ever think about me?i was thinking about generationsi was thinking about saving gracei was thinking about truth and liesthinking about flesh and lacethinking about redemptionand rivers running to the seathinking and a wonderingdo you ever think about…
i am the page earmarked
the end of tired thought,the beginning of passion.i am the spirit of fire,setting buildings ablaze…the bell ringing,in the ancient tower.i am the dark skinned lover,who comes in the night.the sharpened axe,the hammer of dawn.i am the eyes of hunger,and the voice of need.i am the weight of conscience,the trench dug, and feet planted.i am the…
stoke the fire!
and hatred…sticks of greedand apathy.sticks of profitand loss….sticks of capitalism,and oil….sticks of guns,and patriotism.sticks of sexual abuseand addiction…sticks of oppression,and slavery….stoke the fire!build it up tillit’s all gone….maybe we’ll find…tomorrow..in the ashes!
overthrow…
on the bent shouldersof the working poor.empty pots, andnowhere to lay your head…pulling bent nailswith a borrowed hammerfrom a tumbling down shack!overthrow…if you cant change it,break it! take it back!break free of the cage!though the guns are pointed,stand up and dare!nothing left to lose,and everything to gain…overthrow..