Real Weapons Of Mass Destruction + Prayer: Lord, Let Me Be Grateful

Whine
Manipulate
AND
Demand
Are The Real Weapons Of Mass Destruction
Used To Move 
Accessible Mama For A Nipple
AND
Laboring Dada For A Trifle
AND
The World For An Owing
BUT
The Users Of Such Weapons
Are Never Willing To Be Thankful For 
The Grace Of God
Over Themselves
AND
Over All The Living People!

This Son Blazingly Rages
AND
That Daughter Ragingly Despairs
For
The Love Of Instant Gratification
Is Causing Contentment
To Be Forcefully Displaced!

Greed For Gain
Makes The Never-Contented Children Of Men 
Drink
The Whine Of Discontent 
Which Is Not Of The Sort  Of Wine To Be Used
For The Stomach's Sake
BUT
Is The Bitter Dripping Of Acid
On What Should Have Been
An Impermeable Core Of Contentment
For
It Is Well Known That
Almighty God Provides
Whether We Are In Families
Or We Walk Lonely And Alone
AND
Have No Place To Call Home!

The Demanding Spirit
- Never Of The Cooperative Sort -
Thinks Itself The Cat's Meow
When It Opens Its Mouth
Uttering
The Attack Dog's Bark!
Fear Of Its Bark
- Ever The Herald Of Its Destructive Bite -
Gets For It Its Never-Need
Its Ever-Want
Because To Argue Against It
- Like Paper Against A Scissors -
Has Not Even Close To A Strong Point!

Manipulation
Is The Mead Of Wickedness
Used
Like A Balm Of Helpfulness
BUT
Covers A Careless
Coreless Conscience 
Made Accessible By
Ever-Lubricated Bat-Wing Doors
AND
Proving
Self Is A Whore!

In Consort
- Just Like Revelation's Triad Of Unclean Spirits Like Frogs -
Whine
Manipulate
AND
Demand
Those Undeniable Weapons Of Mass Destruction
Godless
Conscience-Less
Guiltless
AND
Beguiling
AND
Just Like Their Damned Originator
Pulse
Undulate
Titillate
AND
Obfuscate
To Decimate
Because
My-Want Trumps My-Need
Because
My-Greed Is The Speed
Through Which
Me
My-Self
AND
My-Eyes
Get A Feed!

Little
With Contentment
Provides Great Gain
For A Contented Soul!

A Lot
- With Licorishness For A License -
Never Knows That A Little
AND
Enough
Are More Blessed Than 
A Wasted Lot!

So ...

When Two 
Too Deep 
Pool Eyes 
Fill 
A Liter To A Stretched-Out One Gallon Slow-Belly
Know
Of A Sure Surety
No Matter What King Covetous
Unto Granny Eve Did Say
Death - Though Slow
Is Ever Coming
For
Eyes Always Have
AND 
In All Ways Possible
Will Make The Body
AND
The Belly 
Dearly Pay!

PRAYER:

Dear Lord,

Let Me Be Grateful

For What I Have In My Hand

For There Are Those

Who Have Not

And

Would Greatly Appreciate

Receiving Much Of The Good

That I Wickedly Discard

Into My Trashcan!

Let Not My Stomach

Prepare A Feast For Me

Which

At The Eating

Renders My Soul Captive

Unto Him Who Dearly Hates Me!

Let My Eyes Be Focused

On The Lord Jesus Christ

Knowing That

In The Fullness Of Time

I Will Enjoy A Perpetual Feasting

In The Heavenly Paradise!

Lord, Remember Me

And

Help Me To Always Remember

And

Love

And

Honor

And

Trust

And

Obey You!

Amen.