"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Converging underneath your skin,
Points they vanish deep within,
Where still they fix you with a pin.
You feel a subtle tingle.
They reinstall their jingle,
As lies and truth they mingle.
The blanker state it reappears,
A state that they can shift and steer,
By spectacle and constant fear.
Pillars and clouds,
Ancient of Days,
Lies for the crowds,
Truth set ablaze.
Trickery’s fits,
Never stay pinned,
Man’s counterfeits,
Can’t cover sin.
Deep in our souls,
God’s fire and smoke,
Filling our holes,
Until we’re awoke.
Pillars and clouds,
Ancient of Days,
Lies for the crowds,
Truth set ablaze.
Trickery’s fits,
Never stay pinned,
Man’s counterfeits,
Can’t cover sin.
Deep in our souls,
God’s fire and smoke,
Filling our holes,
Until we’re awoke.
They build a wall of skull and bones,
These masters of deception,
Then at themselves throw sticks and stones,
To garner our affection.
They out themselves with shock and awe,
Suspending our belief,
They kindle us with hay and straw.
To cry for some relief.
They season us, they stir the pot.
They beat the drums of trance.
Darkness is their Camelot,
Twilight’s where they dance.
Converging underneath your skin,
Points they vanish deep within,
Where still they fix you with a pin.
You feel a subtle tingle.
They reinstall the jingle,
As lies and truth they mingle.
The blanker state it reappears,
A state that they can shift and steer,
By spectacle and constant fear.
Lies told bold
That took us in,
Around us wrapped,
Removed our breath.
Tales grown old,
Were freshly skinned,
And left us trapped,
To sell us death.
The hole the truth can only fill,
We try to plug with countless lies.
It widens as the earth grows still,
And deepens with our countless tries.
Devouring words that eat up the mind,
Nibble the truth from front and behind,
Man’s thought and feeling both willfully blind.
Only His Word the hope of mankind.
Inspired by Psalm 52
These unjust wars
I do despise.
Our weapons store
Allegiance buys,
To pimp each whore
Democratized,
As we ignore
How freedom fries.
Cucumber Lodge 