Megaphone

Lack of gratitude is a symptom

Of a greater problem;
Our attitude is a side effect
That creates a rejection of law and grace...

And that duplicity has been duplicated 
Reproduced in our DNA 
Until it's become 
All the rage...

All the bitterness.
All the lust.
All the fickleness.

The richness of our humanity
Is buried beneath mediocrity
And a downward slope towards Gomorrah
A corner office view of Sodom

Welcome to where the weather is always autumn
And the trees bear no fruit 
Because the roots are rotten
So they might as well stay there...

Dead and buried.

Ever receiving the blood of martyrs and prophets
While the profit for delivering their heads
Has skyrocketed most
To a more comfortable life...

The bride takes another husband 
And never thinks twice

A harlot's heart in a wedding gown

That's a sullied white

And while we cry for freedom from ISIS

The No. 1 killer of mankind is "niceness"

We have our cake and eat it too

And pay no attention to a missing tooth

(or two)

Regardless of what we've been through

It always comes back around again

The danse macabre of a tone def mob

Waltzing to cacophonous megaphone of pain

(cf. Psalm 14:1-3; Romans 3:10-12, 5:3, 8:35-39; 2 Corinthians 12:7-10)

“Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” - C.S. Lewis

Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

Killer Man's Son

Everyone feels safe

Around the guy with the gun --
That is, until they find out
That he's the Killer Man's son...

And the pressure on your temple
Signals immediate distress
Your point of view is no longer clear
Now that you're under duress

Staring down the barrel
As the questions begin to narrow
Life flashes before your eyes
As you answer at your own peril

Your money or your life; 
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Because he's taking aim at everything
Try to run, you'll die tired

Man down, shots fired
Death from above --
Murder for higher
Holiest of Holy
Public Enemy No. 1
A trigger finger that never retires

So get down and lay low
Or get lit up like it's HALO
Stand up and say goodnight
And let the redeemed of the LORD say so:

"I ain't the Killer Man
I'm the Killer Man's son
But I'll do the killin'
'Til the Killer Man comes..."


(cf. Psalm 107:2; Jeremiah 23:24; Amos 9:2; Matthew 10:28; Romans 8:13-14; Galatians 5:24; Colossians 3:5; 1 Peter 1:14-16; 2 Peter 3:10) 



Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

War

"When life and death go to battle, ain't no tellin' what'll happen." - Trip Lee ("War")

A war within my heart
These voices in my head
Are battling for my soul
Against the thief under my bed
 
A knife within my grasp
A gun tucked in my waist
I struggle with the cause of death
But never worry about the taste
 
It rages on and on
Like an unforgiving song
A parade just for the damned
Who have truly known it all along
 
So raise another glass
Middle fingers to the sky
No reason to hold out my hands
Just let the arrows fly
 
This is war…


(cf. James 4:1; Romans 7:23, 8:13; Ephesians 6:10-18; 1 Peter 3:18)

Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

Kami-Kaze

Staring down the barrel
Riding headlong into battle
One hand on the Sword
The other gripping the saddle
Stand firm, Holding fast –
Fighting down to the last man
Odds may never be in my favor
But I’m still leaving nothing to chance

I leave my life in God’s Hands
And throw caution to the Wind
I’m not concerned with wins and losses
Because the only certainty is the end
As I’m wielding with conviction
Ready to face down any affliction
Every blow the enemy’s thrown
Will be met with the worst of intentions

Making no distinction
Between the body and the soul
A Master without a rival
All impostors will surely fold
A Kamikaze, Samurai –
Servant of the Most High
Defender of the Evangelion
And crusader for the Light


(cf. Ecclesiastes 11:5; Ezekiel 37:9; Luke 9:23-27, 62; John 3:8; 13:16; Romans 6:6, 8:13; 2 Corinthians 10:3-6; Galatians 5:24; Ephesians 6:10-20; Colossians 3:5; 1 Peter 4:1)


Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon

Jester

Bring in the clown

Beat him down

It's time to court-martial the jester

Let's heckle the herald

Wear him down 'til he recants his confession

Teach him a lesson 

We'll show him

Who’s really playing the fool

And if he won't listen to reason

Then we'll tighten the screws and ridicule

For his ridiculous rants and rhetoric

Label him as a terrorist

Tolerate him as entertainment

And tell 'em his message

Makes him a pessimist

Limit his access to the residents

And his words become irrelevant

We can target him as a heretic

Making a mockery of his benevolence

Never address him as a martyr

Denounce the prominence of his Father

If he's a bastard with no inheritance

Then the people won't even bother

Color him reckless and a derelict 

Unfit to be a prophet

But know that if he's truly a man of God

We'll never be able to stop him...

(Matthew 5:11; John15:20; Acts 5:35-41; 1 Corinthians 1:18, 25; Ephesians 6:12; 1 Peter 4:14; Hebrews 11:26)

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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