Jesus,
I want you to walk with me.
Jesus,
I want you to walk with me.

Welcome to the future.

Subzero degrees.
It’s cold now.
Pleasure is the choice above God now.
Mirror mirror showing everything but faults.
Mirrors on the wall don’t mitigate the gall.
Narcissism all across the atlas.
Self-worth defined by status.
Net worth and bank balance
been dividing, enticing, and hypnotising.
Self-control is with the dinosaurs,
but there is no release of bygones.
Value isn’t found in forgiveness.
There’s a preference for treachery and bitterness.
Brutality by any means:
desire, thought, strategy, speech.
Slander dominates semantics.
Actions seasoned in rashness.

The abuse
is internal, external, domestic, communal,
local, national, regional, continental…
it’s global.
360 degrees.
The abuse
is internal, external, domestic, communal,
local, national, regional, continental…
it’s global.
360 degrees.

Gullible women getting swayed.
Desire and sin chip away at frames.
All this knowledge,
but the truth is out of syllabus.
All these lessons,
but truth is not an element.
Preachers seeing truth as an opponent.
Pews being groomed for corruption.
Mothers and fathers dishonoured.
No gratitude coming from the offspring.
The Father above is not exalted.
Power and glory being doubted.
Doubters and scoffers mocking,
asking questions like,
“When is the coming?”.
Joking, jabbing, poking,
asking questions like,
“Wasn’t it promised?”.
Amnesia ‘bout the Lord’s voice.
Selective amnesia ‘bout the water.
They’ve been forgetting
when the flood was coming.
but they’ve been resembling
when the flood was coming.
It was way too late when the rain was falling.
It was way too late to even think of budging.
They’ve been forgetting
when the flood was coming.
but they’ve been resembling
when the flood was coming.
It was way too late when the rain was falling.
It was way too late to even think of budging.