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The following poem was a freestyle that
was inspired by watching the news one day, and seeing the inherent
similarities of our present times to 2 Timothy 3:1-7
By Christine Barnes
We got celebrities raping kids,
While media worships the image
Confused illusion,
Running rapid through our fists
Domestic violence statistically lowered
News reports with homicide showered
With mass accomplishments
Stray bullets in suburb placements
Classism is at its end
Who’s next cock, hit, and spend—
Teen anger boils quickly,
Young adults is steady sickly
Dying from worse form punishment
Spiritual rescue is first month’s rent
Paying dollars and dimes for
Pastoral blessings demandin more
Unanchored resentment pours
Morality stands deplored—
We got wishes and dreams,
Unity, hope and peace it seems
Can never conquer over our blunder
Our foolishness and plunder,
In our perplexed wonders
Clinging onto addicting flowers,
And numbers and letters,
Predicting false fair-weather—
Cuz horoscopes is cloudy
And the 120 is dropping quickly,
Lotus flowers are Judas
Backwards letters cannot convict me—
I be the princess en-light,
Presiding through External Extension
My rule reigns heavy, not to mention—
Plethora—free verse in gifts,
Split swift in mental, national districts
From synapse to snappy
Brain waves pursue for happy
Underneath the bitter
Quitter, tasting what’s neither
Hot nor cold,
My King revamps this household
With encouragement
Tears spent, Blood saved the commitment—
That remains standing,
Holding holy and rolling slowly
Escapee from the pressha
Caution:under serious strain,
World, war, heartache’s pain
Into death, dying in vain.
Who are we to blame?
Can we deny our shame?
When we’re serving internal suzerain
And vassal is losing,
Humble, lowly, grudgingly choosing
To ignore the facts,
Wind, earth, natural habitat
Preferring lab rats and invitroed traps—
Each cloud reveals—glory—
God’s projected map—
Truly intent,
Our handle lies Above us,
Stirring slowly within us,
He chooses and places winnaz
In liberty and grace
Placed first without a race,
Recognizes sinners,
Losers, crooners, desperately living
For death sooner—
Destiny’s been planned, hand-ded down
For those who checked it,
Look over the contract,
2004 years repented—
Will you accept life?
Will you reject Christ??
All balances weighed to you,
The choice is yours,
Time is getting short,
Take up your cross today,
Or be buried by its weight
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