(the) prophets are scrambling
their lofty words (are) falling flat
false promises, divination and lies
resisting truth while passing the hat
the end of an era perhaps
still they continue to scheme
we watch them trip and (then) collapse
never admitting (their) made up dreams
charging a fee for their words
patting each other on the back
attending the finest dinners around
blindly groping off the track
bitter, defiant and racist to the core
smug looks define this force
making merch out of their God
(via endless book sales, of course)
refusing to admit what is (truly) real
false apostles (still) mutate online
will the blinders ever drip off
can fool's gold lose its shine
each one claims to hear so clearly
brashly portraying (their) gaudy pride
self-proclaimed oracles of heaven
(actually slithering closed-eyed)
(so) sick of these slick shysters
always hawking their wares
each one more horrid than the next
living carefree without any cares
the cult mentality runs so deep
brimming with apocalyptic delusion
scaring the masses 24/7
while (the) truth is not this confusion
meteoric expectations deflate and wither
(but) religious mania grows viral
refusing to admit monstrous error
street cred (now) rapidly spirals
angering millions with their empty patter
(these) shallow visionaries bellow and moan
fruitless proclamations fall to the ground
as they topple (the) Christ from the throne
grandly exiting off steps from a plane
exhibiting glamor, wealth and riches
on to the latest conference on site
convening like a den of sly witches
perpetually convincing one another
albeit evidence contradicts (their) omens
seemingly impossible to awaken
destined to be inexhaustible showmen
false fabrications will (eventually) end
God's word no longer twisted nor bent
crushed souls (can) peek at the light
maybe vindicated for honest dissent
end-time voices of Baal cluster together
delighting themselves on stages of man
draped in such finery, jewelry (is) glistening
(undoubtably failing to disguise the clan)
mixing with bane politicians on high
elders eagerly disqualify (their) souls anticipating recognition at any cost
discarding honor among (the) coals
primping and preening, sipping fine wine
begging and threatening is a theme
yes fraudulent prophesying remains
could be causing angels to scream
vitriolic predictions of doom sell big
imagination(s) of fear dulls discernment
cries of impending armageddon
ruefully beckon by wily sermons
blind men rush like a pack of wolves
assuming to be (both) shepherds and seers
flailing about as disaster day strikes
curtains (now) opened, exposing raw fears
valiantly striving to hide all their sins
offering up (a) counterfeit revelation
(but) becoming vacuous bags of wind
eerily ignoring their own damnation
i never knew you, God almighty may say
yet they persist in speaking for Him
presenting themselves as workers of light
misunderstanding, their eyesight so dim
modern-day soothsayers shall multiply
the ancients foretold of this
can it be now, with so many liars
perilous days shrouded in darkness
how can so many go so wrong
(even demons tremble with dread)
lusts of greed strangles the conscience
leaving the spirit empty and dead
charming prophets put on a grand show
clowning and posing before the world
strutting, forever aping for the camera(s)
(but) out of God's presence hurled
blind lead the blind into the ditch
merely echoing (the) chatter of hell
future brings a sealing of their lips
alas, nothing more to tell
~end ?
©strengthfortheweak
January 10, 2021 1:47pm
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