How dare you claim you know the way.
You boast, and brag… you lead astray.
Confidently you point at night
And claim like a fool to see the light.
But ambiance is not the source.
Your just a reflection,
You don’t care how people think
Over the edge or on the brink
Burning in hell or dying on earth,
You don’t care…
Life has no worth.
Your only value is yourself.
Your gains are kept in material wealth.
Every Sunday you play church and you pretend to care….
The clock on the wall is really worth stare
While you sit on your pews
Let the air pass through your brains.
Maybe for a while the ghost convicts you to be on fire,
And so you aspire for a week or two
To get the job done
Then you retire.
You spirit griever!
You say your HIM, yet you are not.
You claim to be the light,
And expose your own blight.
You think your invincible,
You’ll never rot.
You have no idea…
You’ve lost the plot.
Be still and know the truth
The spirit is not mocked
You who would deny him at the third crow