Matthew 6:33

I'm on a mission.

To cut with the diction.

That's the word.

Sharper than any two edged sword.

Praise the Lord...

Cutting through flesh and bone.

Enemies flee...I'm still alone.

Modern day lamentations. 

God's judgement on wicked nations.

Raising up wicked rulers.

Six packs, loaded coolers.

Sipping on my own demise.

Dreaming I'll win the prize.

Men tell bold lies.

Like they're the prize.

And you have pretty eyes.

You've seen the disguise.

And how a man tries.

This one dies at the thought of demise.

Cries at loss and calamity.

He knows what kind of man he'll be.

Forever enslaved.

Never free.

No real love.

Like you and me.

From above...endlessly.