Tradition
tradition
“you don’t fit my description of a Christian, or my concept of affliction, you don’t understand my persecution, my execution of thinking, the bombardment of soul, your knowledge has holes”. because of my rejection of tradition, my rendition of a world where my addiction isn’t pleasure or wealth, but my clean slate of love, I shall not want, but you lie to the congregation sir, you put on a front.
come and wash me in the blood, the blood of the lamb, so when we walk through the doors we don’t feel sham, because the doors to the gates of heaven have opened, and the doors of the sanctuary have closed, the problems they’ve posed, to stack human against flesh, the disposition they’ve chose is one to hate, that because of the freedom to love, you’ve chosen your fate, Laying the foundation of division, a Groundbreaking school of thought, to lay our hands on those who don’t align, to enshrine our minds with generations of grime, Breaking my body, taking the key to my soul, the gains of power, raising pride and ego being the final goal, Taking my right to choose, marking my shortcoming so you can use the ruse of high ground, my right to lose, the control of my mind creating a bind, that the hill we climb is taken on blind.
hear my prayer oh gentle savor, when the pockets of the people have opened, the self proclaimed man of God has spoken, hes awoken to say that blessings will come if you pray, “if you stay with me, and fail to see, that my pockets enrich, while I become bewitched by the spell of power, the wealth begins to shower, and the word of the hour is about earthly possesion, the obseession with me instead of we, of sanctuary instead of church, that all our Godly worth is in greed, so let me take lead and you take heed, that when you bleed for me, you cant see that, sin has overcome my soul, it has filled my holes of a past where I yearned for power, my riches have towered, and you the coward, because you cant endure, your inflection demure in the presense of the Lord. You don’t pray about land, or ask for a hand in building your empire, to ascend higher, not to heaven but to the realm of all power, so when you come to church each Sunday give me my flowers, for being the messenger of prosperity, and giving you clarity, that my veil of Goodman will proceed its rarity”.
wrestle not with flesh and bone, but judge those who see your stone, of a heart while the Devil plays his part, to start a conspiracy of carnal sin, you let the enemy win, and pin your transgressions on the congregation, the station of rhetoric, to make us hate, to run the state, because all that matters to you is power, you want to be a ruler, a demagogue, and prey on fear so you can steer, the minds of the people, pretense of evil, to stack the odds against love, that your hate comes from above, and when push comes to shove, my kingdom is cleansed like doves, while we overlook vice and make you pay the price. hear my prayers, that you won’t turn the people into slayers, of man, or ban the right to think, while you’re on the brink of multi-millions, the billions of people have absorbed your evil. you give a platform to hate, claim that the replacement is great, while preaching laws of love, you’ll mock the scrubs, who differ from you, but you naught have a clue, of the issues of those whose sin was “I love you”.
the doors of the church are now open, your word has spoken and slammed the gates of heaven shut, the rut of division, you’ve made your decision to box with God, and he have not spare the rod, hes strucken your pod of a faction of rulers with a white fist, while you continue to list, out the shortcoming of man with a blackened hand, grand announcment of ignorance, beligerent is he when people are filled with glee about the right to choose, the right to love, the capacity of our souls coming from above, the right to control, our destiny because we dig our hole, that our final goal is to not allow tradition overcome our addition onto a broken world, and to come together to say that our future is one where judgement is allotted to the most high, and that love when pronouned doesnt have to be shy, and to imply that your time has come to answer up above, and your glove fits, so your vice throws a fit, as your soul desends into the fiery pits.
Context:
Megachurch culture in America, and the idea of the prosperity gospel, is crippling the Christian community. It is not representative of the teachings of Christ, and the yearning for earthly goods goes against the gospel. The rampant hate of LGBTQ+ members and otherizing of many minority groups showcases a trend of a sense of religious nationalism. What is scary about nationalism is that it always means genocide, removal of the evil. Even if you aren’t a member of a marginalized community or the LGBTQ+ community this should startle you. You should care because fascism and extremism are at the end of the race and we are feet away from the finish line. We need to steer clear from despotic rule and we need to watch out for patterns and parallels to the past.
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