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For Cool Breeze
Like it or not
I know you would like to muzzle me
I know you want to stifle me
Silence me, shut me up and down
But my lips are perked
My tongue quivers
To blow the truth up your nose
Till you feel conviction in your toes
I am here to be the berating voice speaking
you hear me coming your knees are squeaking
because you know I come with the realities flute
a pied piper to the ravished from youth
like it or not I a serum for truth
if I try to hold the vaccine within
it would turn for me to venomous poison
to live I must give what has been given
So many Shades of grey
Many Degrees of compromise
Positions of propositions that blind deaf eyes
That cold wax itching ears
Numbing conscience and Godly fear
Political correctness the peer pressure that breaches the elite
Most certainly ignoring a looming war does not lead to peace
And Quiet trumpets muzzled refuse to impeach! They no longer preach
They motivate and inspire
No conviction is needed
Just toy guns for hire
Who hit no targets
It’s all practice now you know
But the war is real
And rubber bullets won’t shoot to still
So many shades of grey
Truths now flipped like pancakes into lies
Evil now dressed in white satins
Righteousness is now told to hit the road, sent packing
While fence straddlers are bragging
For they fear no persecution
Being so called balanced and tolerant is their solution
So many shades of grey
A wrestle for the righteous
When Black and white is so unclear
and fuzzy lines are so unfair
Lord help us to stand up for righteousness
Even when doing the wrong thing borders on being “blessed.”
Give us holy clairvoyance beyond the mask of this world
When lines are being blurred
And standards are shifting place
Truth are being erased
May the truth hidden in our hearts
Forge a holy banner of faiths shield
Quenching all enemies fiery darts
SOLD OUT!!
DECEPTION
Do you know me?
Yes you
Do you know me?
Well I know you
I know what you like
And I know what makes you tick
Do you know me?
They call me the roaring lion
The seeker of whom I may devour
And how may I devour you say
You give me permission by what you do and say . . . everyday
Do you know me?
I am the thief
The murderer, the devourer,
feasting on your doubts and fears
And your worries through the years
Do you know me?
I am the father of lies
the master of disguise
Nestling in your bed of compromise
I am the sower of discord, confusion and delusion
I seek a place in your heart to take root
From the truth to keep you apart
May I devour you?
May I please devour you?
Oh come on!
I’ll make it worth your while
For a while.
You do know me don’t you? Yes
I am the great pretender!
Transforming myself
into an apostle of Christ
An angel of light
I am the great philosopher
A twister and manipulator of the truth
I appeal to your flesh
I appeal to your pride
Before you know it
You are on the wrong side
Do you know me?
I am the wish master
I will be what you want
Till I have what I want
Oh come on don’t you know me by now?!?!
You do know me
Deception is my name.
