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In sixty-three
I couldn’t flee
The war was bigger than me
Now I’m standing up
For
the child I was
Why did you do that to me?
You filled me with fear
That terrible year
The weakest had to be
smeared
But now I’ve grown strong
I denounce the wrong
Before God Who saw my tears.
You turned a blind
eye
When you made me cry
But I refused to die
You filled me with shame
And cursed my name
But I’ve survived
satan’s lies.
You tortured me
You stomped on my feet
I fled for refuge inside
That secret place
Away
from disgrace
Where I postponed my life.
A knife in the heart
Tore me apart
The Road to Hell did start
Imposed
on me
By hypocrite creeps
Who zeroed in like sharks.
Their nose out of joint
Two sows went oink oink
Aimed
their fingers to point
They laughed and said
She’s not MY friend
Nor are THEY God’s choice.
I didn’t
belong
On that trip to sing songs
I hadn’t done anything wrong
But they kept me out
While others sang loud
I
shouldn’t have gone along.
In the dining room
A strange change in two
Who cooed baby talk at my food
So
sweet in sixth grade
But now the skunk sprays
Its popular pitbull perfume.
Flatulent fun
Oh, hear the hogs
grunt
A table just for one
You can’t eat in peace
They’re staring at me
Too far from home to run.
That
field trip failed
School felt like a jail
From which you can’t get bail
The teacher’s the warden
Her
face was hardened
School was a cruel bed of nails.
Scriptures were read
Allegiance was pledged
By bigots cold
and dead
Inside I seethed
‘Cause you saw no need
To do the words you said.
God’s love is great
Verse
twenty-eight
But now it’s time to hate
Just look at her
Let’s make her hurt
We wolves are out to play.
Let’s
bow our heads
To our daily bread
Time to go get fed
Chow down on lunch
Can’t wait for more fun
She’s
communist, I bet.
You hypocrite
You read Bible bits
In so-called “church” you’d sit
I think
YOU’RE much worse
Your Sunday’s absurd
For heaven you aren’t fit.
Without a friend
My life
force spent
I wished the world would end
To get eyes off me
So I could be free
Of putting up defense.
One
cold gray day
In sixty-three
Kids poured out of school with glee
Some yankee got killed
His voice was stilled
They
all forgot about me.
It served him right
How dare he fight
For folks whose skin ain’t light?
Our god
is thrilled
‘Cause he got killed
And god is on OUR side!
To hell with her
An “it” can’t
hurt
Let’s throw her books in the dirt
The teacher’s mad
‘Cause she looks sad
I heard a wordy
dird.
Go kill yourself
How dare you tell
We’re gonna make you yell
Don’t blame it on us
If
you make a fuss
About the school from hell.
Our father in heaven
In HELL, we meant!
Halloween will be spent
Like
every day
Pretending to pray
While on God’s love we spit.
Yeah, big bad bully!
The DEVIL’S your
daddy!
It’s HATE that makes you happy
You fake it on Sunday
Serve satan on Monday
And hope God thinks it’s
dandy!
Fill up the measure
Of sinful pleasure
Worshippers of peer pressure
When you’ve filled your cup
God
will say enough!
And rain down His displeasure
You had your big day
You went hooray!
That yankee’s in
his grave
At least SHE’S still here
All filled with fear
And choking on our hate.
I felt shell-shocked
As
I was mocked
My schoolwork hit the rocks
No grade-taker cared
That I got scared
I only got more knocks.
Points
you took off
When the going got rough
Gradebooks were all you loved
I couldn’t excel
In your unholy hell
Of
life I’d had enough.
Like a power blowout
My soul shut down
No feelings could be found
Too little too
late
All people are fakes
I pulled my shutters down.
Why couldn’t I die?
I wondered why
Away I couldn’t
fly
You put me through hell
You broke my health
But I’m still around to write.
You made me so sick
I
had to quit
Along came two cheap chicks
Out for more blood
Those sows in the mud
Said, Why don’t you throw
a fit?
But THEY will be thrown
In hell’s trash can below
God sits on His Judgment Throne
To kick one
who’s down
Makes My God frown
The winds of judgment blow.
The years flew by
Since you made me cry
You
vultures hoped I’d die
The Judge of the Earth
Recorded my hurt
And in me breathed new life.
Be kind
to your neighbor
What nobler labor
To serve the Holy Savior?
But you hated Him
You served only sin
You mocked
me and my Maker.
You called me ugly
But God only sees
The beauty of Christ in me
I fight for the right
With
all my might
To set oppressed souls free.
You made me feel small
But I’m walkin’ tall
Since that
awful fall
Of sixty-three
When full of glee
You stomped upon God’s law.
I’m a child of the King
He’s
set me free
To me He’s everything
I’m an heir with Christ
His wisdom is mine
Who cares what satan
thinks?
Scorpions sting
Satan’s underlings
Of his foul cup they drink
Their hearts are corrupt
Empty
of love
Mire and dirt in the sea.
I’ve triumphed o’er you
Christ made my life new
It’s YOU
who’s gonna lose
On the day when the Lord
Has the last word
And judges you cruel fools.
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Related
Scriptures and Comments:
But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast
up mire and dirt (Isa.57:20).* * *Bullies are restless sharks who aren’t happy unless they stir up a big storm of raw
sewage.
Psalms 5:5: The foolish shall not stand in thy sight: thou (God) hatest all workers of iniquity * * *So much
for “God loves everybody!”
Psalms 9:17:The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all nations that forget
God * *God funnels evil people into hell just like I funnel salt into a shaker. Wicked people do their little song and dance
but they won’t escape His wrath.
Isa.49:25:I will contend with them that contend with thee and I will save thy
children * * *Don’t mess with God’s kids or you’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’ and achin’
for a breakin’.
…(God) shall break in pieces the oppressor (bully)(Psalms 72:4).* * *Now, who’s the
toughest Being on the block?
Ye serpents (snakes), ye generation of vipers (poisonous snakes), how can ye escape the
damnation of hell?(Matt.23:33)* * *Gentle Jesus actually calls people names in this verse, and He even called mean old King
Herod a fox (Luke 13:32).
What about wolves? Jesus warns us to watch out for them in Matt.7:15. And I doubt he had
the four-footed kind of wolves in mind here.
Are we supposed to shower everybody with the same kind of love and attention?*
* *Matt.7:6: Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under
their feet, and turn again and rend (tear) you.* * *Jesus is actually calling unrepentant sinners dogs and swine (hogs) here!
He is warning us to beware of such critters, or they’ll do some serious damage.
Paul wasn’t always soft-spoken
in his rebukes, as in Titus 1:12: One of themselves, even a prophet of their own, said, The Cretians are alway liars, evil
beasts, slow bellies.* * *Paul is actually calling human beings evil beasts!
What about the apostle Peter?* * *2 Pet.2:22:
But it is happened unto them according to the true proverb, The dog is turned to his own vomit again; and the sow that was
washed to her wallowing in the mire (mud).* * *Wonder why none of those “nice” church kids in school never read
this one for morning devotions! Instead, they tended to stick to “nice” portions of Scripture, such as promises
of comfort from God, only to deprive somebody else of that comfort, the hypocrites! If they ever were saved, they returned
to wallowing in the mud.
Matt.23:32: Fill ye up then the measure of your fathers.* * *Go ahead, carry on your family
tradition of cruelty and bigotry. Fill up your cup with wickedness till God gets fed up and decides pay day has come. The
wages of sin is death (Rom.6:23).
…to fill up their sins alway: for the wrath is come upon them to the uttermost
(I Thes.2:16).* * *Only when you’ve gotten as bad as you can get will God pull the plug on you. First you play, then
you pay!
Jude 1:13: Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the
blackness of darkness for ever.* * *The behavioral patterns of bullies are repetitive, like the continual crashing of waves
on the seashore. Just like you take a little shampoo and work up a big lather with it, bullies will zero in on some other
kid’s nitpicking zit and work it up into a big spreading foam of trouble. Bullies wander from place to place, forever
searching for new victims and new ways to create torment for others.
May God hasten the day when He ushers in His
eternal day of peace, and no child ever again cries because he/she is oppressed:
Isaiah 14:7: The whole earth is at rest,
and is quiet: they break forth into singing.
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