I am the dream cartographer
A poetic sonographer
Sounding the unseen
I take my throne as Queen
Through my poetry
I sift the nations and discern
Through my poetry
The chaff is made available to burn
The burned up remnants
Who thought themselves chosen
Plying the poor with hearts that are frozen
They wouldn’t know Jesus if He smacked them in the face
Yet they deem themselves a superior race
Judgement begins at the house of God
They think He’s not looked while they’ve run roughshod
Over the people He intended them to care for
But they fornicated with politicians and became the great whore
Fallen, fallen is Babylon the Great
They thought they’d find themselves at the Pearly Gate
A shocking surprise awaits them all
A Father’s heart isn’t small
They thought His scope and love to be narrow
Singing that His eye is on the Sparrow
But, as they read the words of my prophetic poem
They’ll gnash their teeth and their mouths will foam
They’ll drip with the venom they accused satan himself of
While claiming themselves to be harmless as a dove
But, the Father sees it all from above
And their time is at hand….watch them begin to shove
They’ll muddy the waters like goats always do
Trampling the nations claiming their blood a martyr brew
Ever the victim
I want them to see
Time will be granted
A little while yet
While Christ casts His last fisherman’s net
We’ve gone out to work the harvest
But, they say it belongs to them since they plowed the farthest.
Did they forget His parables too?
Too busy they were embodying Donald Trump’s coup
A destroyer and destructor of all things good
Capturing the nations with a spirit of intrigue
Puffing up the petulant while he laid siege
This message isn’t from me. It’s from God I assure
This isn’t some piece of syncretic lore
I write because I’m told and it is my charge
It is my duty by and large
I’ll not dandle you on my knees like a child
You’ll not hear my motherly coo comforting and mild
I come with a warning that shit’s about to go down
I really hope that you come around
It is not at all like you think it is
Please remember Jesus was an ironic whiz
He went against the grain and picked grain on the sabbath because his students were hungry
The religious people would rather them die than offer them sundry
The laws you see are unimportant and carry no weight
What matters most is humanity not the timing of some religious date
It is insane that the body of love pursues others with such hate
The Catalyst 