the slaymaker
I have created the waster to destroy…
and I beheld the spirit brooding over the waters
black inky and troubled
the sky above ominous and all around
rain falling in torrents a flood from above
ejecting its rage
a coverlet concealing the ground
i open my door
the waters now only ten feet from my flat
grabbing my daughter
i yell its out the back
into the teeth of the serpent
we must find high ground
screaming and terrified she resisted
come i spoke gently you can do this i persisted
finding a friend he allowed us in
and below all was consumed and as we watched we found
we’ve got to seek even higher ground
mother and daughter multitudes in the balance
a river of souls i hear their cries
no food potable water shelter or power
only darkness covering the face of the deep
and i heard a voice from heaven saying
what you have sown you will also reap
it is the time of the forsaking
for government is their god
the ultimate folly
placing their trust in man
deceiving demigods
estranged from the womb
they were born speaking lies
an untimely birth
they will never see the sun
their dwelling in the bowels of the earth
crawling on their bellies
upon wings they will never fly
waking from sleep i ask for mercy
but it is judgment and correction that awaits
the land hopelessly filled with perversion and shame
abandoning god his word his law and righteousness
forsaking all that is beautiful and true
you prefer darkness over light
and wonder how this could happen to you
not remembering the curse causeless does not come
did you make any preparations
the final warnings too late
caught in a maelstrom of terror and murky madness
you cannot escape
for it is the power of controlled weather
modulated amplified and directed
and i wonder
what lies beneath the ground
out of sight but detected
the charmers charm ever so wisely
telling what happened but never why
bullrecratic deceit on their teleprompter
hollow promises outright lies
have you had enough already
LBJ said it and he was never known to lie
he who has the power to control the weather
will control the world
precious life now only a requiem for the trapped and abandoned
a fleeting memory in a sad lullaby
the lens of history will capture the moment
this grand betrayal of we the people
the portrait of your life encased in a watery grave
a casualty of a 1,000 year storm of biblical proportions
no funds available your life to save
only a number but never a name
too late you’ve come to understand
the government was never out to save you
your death was part of their master plan
Humanity your days are numbered. There is a bullseye on your chest. Those who see foresee a killshot is coming. Still we must navigate our way every day. Strangers, outsiders, staying in the shadows, just trying to survive. Prepare as best you can. Above all put your trust in God and be at peace.