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!

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