Mankind

From birth
They dance with their sin
They step with death
To the music of the world
Played with the drums and pipes
Built in Satan
Sin has become blatant
No longer is it hidden
Like Adam and Eve
Attempting to hide
Guilt behind leaves
They too are deceived
Their mother Eve
Saw a world apart
from God
In that fruit
Now her children
Are drunk from the juice
They dance and they step
To the rhythm of the culture
They celebrate ignorance
They evolved from
Fighting over shiny rocks
To fighting over a black liquid
Their hate has grown from swords
And armor, bullets to tanks
Chemical warfare to nukes
It's not enough to kill
They focus on easier ways to do it
A clear sign of a people
Headed to destruction

God's Provision

Don't panic
But there are people
Portraying pastors in pulpit
Preaching prosperity
But speaking on suffering
As Christ did sparingly
Popular prophets
Are prophesying of profit
And will even teach
That a man can gain the world
And not forfeit his soul
Congregations are filled
With whispers of gossip
Spread by lips flavored
By forbidden fruit

So where does one goes
When they seek the truth
They turn to scripture
A wolf in sheep clothing
Still bare sharp teeth
Though some of the elect
Might temporary fall for their deceit
We must not forget
That Satan is prowling
Seeking to devour
We must put our trust
In God's promise
That Christ will return
In the appointed hour

Never Truly Be

I do feel the pain of slavery
In my blood
I feel sadden
And sickened
By the tyranny
That was, the reason
For every tear in me
To believe different
Would be treason
America will never truly be
The nation it declared to me
How do you let people
Starve in the streets
Just to build weapons for war
In a time of peace
We got enough money to end global hunger
But we build weapons
To fight for freedom
When America isn't truly free
No longer a nation under God
Why can't they see
We need him
America will never truly be
The land of the free
At least not to me
Slavery is still legal
"As a punishment for crime
Whereof the party
Shall have been duly convicted"
Uncle Sam,
Your prisons are slave camps
Regardless of your fancy rhetoric
I do grieve
But tears do not cleanse
Blood from sidewalks
Them tears do not
Fill stomachs

No America would never truly be
The land of sweet liberty
At least not to me