Mercy not Justice

 

I

Lord said: “I demand mercy, not sacrifice just!”;

when the Righteous come to my hollow grounds.

Who demands them, to crave for the Day or Gust

what God shall bestow on His own accord, dust.

Who gave em Godspeed, to chant Chorals, hound –

the orphan and the widow at the gates to the ground!

Yet once they there gathered from Egypt as booty, lost.

II

Too many, who judge, while made like Nebuchadnezzar;

or like Nimrod, a fierce Hunter before El Shaddai!

Today, they there carved from shards of clay, no rizz there;

the next made into fabulous angels, now they dare!

Stand firm ye gods, in the courts of the Most High, rabbi;

Sadducees and Zealots, Pharisees and preachers raving –

ye all shall perish like mortals, your honour shall be thy prison!

III

Give Mercy, like a fountain of water, a warm bonfire –

be the handmaid, what washes hands and feet unmoved

by stature and what it costs your face and desires.

You didn't choose Jesus, but there chosen, sire;

now redeem that and exalt, what has been betrothed!

Ye, who been wed for Christ, Holy Spirit your vow proves;

Onward, faithful knights, to Promised Land, on the hour dire!

Darkness and Light

 

I

Through darkest nights, and endless tears;

when souls torn asunder, nightmares fare.

Long gone all hopes and dreams warm cares;

embrace the void, when all seems to shut up, ensnare!

Behold, You where there, my Lord, through all devils lairs –

you stood your ground on your Cross suffered shared –

now am alive, through your blood and flesh made fair!

II

When doubts still linger in my heart and soul;

when all ways seem lost, no judgment can bestow.

The light in worlds, but false lanterns foul

deception, to make the meek fall from grace whole.

Not silent was your witness told, in Heaven bold

you rebuked the fiend! All angels gave you praise behold –

who is like You, my Lord, all enemies cast into moles.

III

I rejoice, whenever could, may shields falter, swords bend;

your Words and Mercy never shall! Exalt your Honour,

Yahveh Sebaoth, His Christ in Holy Spirit – thy Heavensend;

your breathe shall redeem, bring back to life all friend

and foe alike! Come, oh Heathen, receive your Valour,

He makes you jump over walls, defeat knights in armour!

Today you dine with the Lord to Supper and make amends!!

Lets Dance

 

I

When in doubt, touch your darkness;

unsure, what to write or how – dance!

With the audience, the devil, your heartless

gut, wrenching for not expecting smart press.

Forget, who you are, what you need, chance;

let your mind roam the desert eminence;

lush forested hills and meadow gardens bliss.

II

Don't articulate form, but break the mould;

loose yourself in the void, find your own pace.

Many judges discern, what has been told –

but that ain't your story nor blood to get sold.

Find your own crosses to carry, Calvary trace;

for the saints and sinners, you choose to grace!

Dance with your own Godspeed and Ghouls.

III

Tabula Rasa your biggest fiend indeed;

friends, who compare fashion articles.

Let them piss on your altars, graffity ahead –

If you got something to say, get used!

People will forsake you, not understand cackle;

mispronounce yours, make a sudden tackle.

Tact not your problem, but how to redeem!

IV

Learn from the Masters, and from the Streets;

forget it all, after you found your theme.

Not those, who hoard likes, followers are deep;

it may show mainstream, but not any means!

If you got something, dance in the Gleams;

until your shadows are grown-up to dream!

Are you the One, who shall bring down the Elites!

V

True Excellence, dost look the rear window;

lead with example, dance with the fairies!

Unicorn your steeds, wyvern your shadow:

ado with the dragon, manticore take a bow.

Be your own jury and execute your diaries –

your wildest dreams and lewdest miscarries.

As long it suits you, who cares about the hoes.

Elephant in the Broom

 

I

We don't fight you, just the Elephant;

oh no, there's one inside your broom!

Now it needs to go, just make a stand –

where must be cohesion in protecting brands!

Let us pick and choose, what is where to groom;

let the parents go for parties, as we offer spoons.

We're hashtag concerned about the violence you shant!

II

Just give us your doxx and let us sell you Premium;

your data is safe with us, trust the system and socker-mom!

How long, til having your credit card under the pun

will make you invalid to receive services Frame-Yumm!

Its all legal, but some people got disturbed, go home –

what's stopping a dishonest to SWAT your breadcrumbs;

so you wont be able to enjoy your fun, unless jump the gun.

III

Right opinions and protestors get excused, while Bible

still scandalous on streets; schools and public libraries.

Lets talk about rights, offer thunderous applause, feeble

attempts to usher in the Mark of the Beast and save Cable!

Most people will opt else and choose crypto over rabies –

to be lumped together with pdf by VISA/Mastercard cronies.

Real Predators support this message, when all is banned unstable.

IV

Soon we have legal criminals, just as in Arhipelag Gulag;

when emancipated pedos toe the line, what can be heard, said.

Just pay your fee and shut up, how we shag –

Neo Feodalism for the masses to firesale Prague.

Who cares about Remarque; Rimmault Russeau maids;

when you can download nuveau esprit du je ne rien:

Zaheer had other things to do to wrap a burka on the stag!

V

May the Ortho-doxxers be with you and your parish;

sign up with us, and we shall remove the astonish.

No more lewds nor Amish, just vanilla with hoarse radish;

Saru mo ki kara ochiru, but the ears there concealed carry!

Who would unlock London, when the key was sealed with a kiss;

nobody pulls swords from stones, nor words worth but hiss!

If there was no elephant in the broom, we could care this.