To The False Gods

This is a political poem. It was written using iambic pentameter, couplets, and quatrains.

I said, “You are gods, And all of you are sons of the Most High. Nevertheless you will die like men And fall like any one of the princes.”

—Psalms 82:6-7, NASB

Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.

—1 Peter 5:8, NASB

I know you have the power and the will
Within an hour, to quickly make a kill
You still believe that strength comes from your hand
And you can do whatever you have planned

But I know something that you don’t yet know
The strength that does, from your corrupt will, flow
Comes from the One who does direct all things
He raises high, but can depose the kings

It is your will to make this planet dark
To douse and quench each good and loving spark
But you don’t know that changeless love is strong
And night without the day won’t last for long

The ones that you attempt to hurt and kill
The ones that follow not your way and will
They are the ones who keep their faith and hope
Without them, you cannot expect to cope

Although perceiving many secret things
You’re blind and deaf to what the future brings
If you did know what fate would bring to you
You would attempt to flee all that’s your due

But you are rightly making quite an end
An end that you did not perhaps intend
But you will learn from your defeats, mistakes
That what a man does give is what he takes

Inside, you think you are a clever man
And you have made a smart and fail-proof plan
Insisting you can keep your flesh alive
And that your brain and body will survive

But God does know that you are self-deceived
The lie is what you have, all life, believed
Believing life is something you create
But truth will your mistakes all demonstrate

Although you try to make the darkness reign
As you increase your foe’s alarm and pain
You are a parasite upon his soul
But can’t exist unless he is made whole

If secrets deep are what you want to hear
Then listen closely and deny your fear
The God I serve is not a man like you
He loves all creatures—even makes them new

When all destruction finally does end
Then you will learn about your blessed Friend
For even beasts are kept quite safe within
His sphere of life, for all belong to Him

You are my kin, although you’re now insane
When you awake, you will release each chain
You’ll weep for joy to learn you can be free
Your pardon is complete, it’s jubilee

(written c. May 2018)

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