Lost in the Cross
written by: NIM
Those filled with pride that renders them lost
In crescents or stars and even the cross
Pumped full of fear that evolves into hate
ordered to kill, they won’t even hesitate
They are not righteous, they are not right.
This is what lends to humanity’s plight
When Word is twisted and woven like a snake
The context is lost for some other sake
The Deceiver has one job, and that is to deceive
Spin the words all pretty, the fool he will believe
A notion of some pride, promises of earthly riches
The entitlement to act towards anyone that twitches
Whether heathen or infidel, Amalek or even witches
A slur is just a slur, just like me calling them *itches
As the eggshells crack, tailored grievance will be feigned
The loudest of the mob will always be ordained
To believe all the lies and repeat like town criers
Pride renders them not righteous, just moronic liars.
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