Pro(fit)phet
“There is yet one man by whom we may inquire of the Lord, Micaiah the son of Imlah; but I hate him, for he never prophesies good concerning me, but always evil.” -King Ahab
Peace, peace, they cry
When on you, waging war
Kiss your worries goodbye
While lion’s rage, on you lies
Your best life now!
So seize the moment
To the American dream, we bow
Storing later lament
Reposition yourself!
All that is and was lies within
Holy writs left on shelves
Just do it! You of thick skin
Power thoughts!
Resist the unbelievers
Not throwing away your shot
Heaven’s ble$$ings, flowing rivers
A parchment and quill
In the last segment
the Sun stand still
Then comes the judgment!
