Walking Up a Stoned Forest Path

Higher and higher
And higher we climb
Wondering what will become of the time...

There is beauty
In this world still
To enjoy until, until...

Until all troubles go away
When God brings His
Armageddon Day

Then, in paradise here,
We'll enjoy, forever, MORE
'Cause Jah's Kingdom
Will open up those doors.

Torrents of Lies

 [SARCASM]:

"You just do what a group of men tell you to do!"
"You only read, think, and say what they say you may!"
"You never question anything they write or speak."
"You're just mindless, thought-controlled, dumb sheep."

And I'm telling you these lies, 
about you, to your face -
Nevermind that I don't know you,
Aside from this comment box space.

[Not sarcasm]: If you think this is unfair, you're right - 
It is insane.


[Sarcasm]:
I really hope you're shut up, soon
And that the evil will ban your kind,
'Cause you see, I've got a lot of plans - 
For wickedness, in mind.

And its such a bother, having people
Run around, speaking truth
It blows the cover off, and condemns, by God,
The evil we want to do.

Want to sleep with 5 different people this month,
Want to threaten, or harm, with a gun
Want to abuse, violate human rights,
And don't want anyone spoiling the fun.

Don't want my drug party rained-on
With Bible-talk, from God
Want to crush people, to make money,
Without my conscience prod.

Want to drive my truck, in the fast lane,
Two feet behind the car ahead
Revile good parents, distress old folks,
Not caring who I make dead.

So watch television, smoke whatever,
Yell at preachers at the door
Then check online, for SLANDEROUS, FALSE "EXCUSES"
To not listen to God anymore.

[Now, not sarcasm]:

See the real nowhere people
Letting days go by
Deceived, but asleep, and apathetic
Satisfied to live and die, by lies.

I Hate Bombs

Hi world, how's your bomb party
I hate bombs.
They're not pretty to me
Cause I think about
How they've blown people up.

I hate bombs, I hate guns
I know I'm not the only one
I hear the blasts
Don't think they're fun
And I can hardly wait
'Til the Day
God Himself
Makes them all gone.

Or maybe if the fireworks
Weren't for a war story
I do not view slaughter
As anything of a glory

So I don't want to hear, either
Proud anthems of harm
It makes me imagine
What grief and pain
Came to those
with dead loved ones
In their arms.

Jah, bring your Kingdom,
to end all wars
Tomorrow would be great
'Til then I'll live peacefully,
The Isaiah 2:2-4 way.