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.
