To God be all the glory.

Con Air
Jeremiah Jonathan

Uprooted seedlings thinking they’re sprouting.
Lost and confused.
Swayed from the truth.
Boarding the wrong planes.
Catching the wrong flights.
Walking the wrong aisles.
Following the wrong guides.

Fraudulent pilots
thinking they know how to fly.
Fraudulent pilots
keeping the cover on eyes.
Fraudulent pilots
keeping the passengers blind.
Fraudulent pilots
fuel the vessel with lies.

Antichrist galore.
Teachers denying the Lord.
Denying the one on the cross.
Uttering meaningless talk.
Frivolous theories and laws.
Fictional tales of gods.
Fictional myths and doctrines.
Desperate strays adopted.
First,
they get uprooted.
Then
they think they’re sprouting.
Cottonmouths are soaked
from empty drops of cunning fountains.
Poison in the well;
the thirst is being quenched by toxins.
Eventually,
the passenger controls a cockpit.

Fraudulent pilots
thinking they know how to fly.
Fraudulent pilots
keeping the cover on eyes.
Fraudulent pilots
keeping the passengers blind.
Fraudulent pilots
fuel the vessel with lies.

Professors of hatred
lecturing lessons from Satan.
Telling the students, “No marriage”.
Making them change up their diet.
Spineless hypocrites.
Passing the weight, never lifting it.
Pretentious performances.
Boasting, slandering, quarrelling.
It’s a mirage; a dry spring.
It’s a facade; the mask is thin.
Snake schemes combine beneath.
Power, lust, control, greed.
Misguided teachers putting deceit on sale.
Promising freedom as a depraved slave.

Fraudulent pilots
thinking they know how to fly.
Fraudulent pilots
keeping the cover on eyes.
Fraudulent pilots
keeping the passengers blind.
Fraudulent pilots
fuel the vessel with lies.