Hairy Situation

My love…

You will talk to the priest.

You will learn to be strong.

You will learn the blasphemous doctrine.

He will teach you how to be strong

And to prosper.

That the poor, little meek man

Was sinning.

 

I’d rather be called a liar

Than be an actual liar.

For that, the wicked flock has prepped you

To steal from me.

But I had written what was right.

I strove with a priest of Baal.

 

Already I hear their accusations against me.

But I see your dreams.

I love you…

If you ask me to die for you

I shall die for you.

If you ask me for the world

I will give it to you—

If you ask me for my work

I shall give it to you.

 

Just ask the question…

For you had not written it.

I had written it.

And I know what you will be taught.

You will be taught the gospel of prosperity.

You will be turned aught against me by Ashur.

You will be told how I am weak

And am that man who betrayed Jesus.

 

Is not a meek man by a pool

Much more righteous than a man

With more power to gain the whole world?

I know the so called prophet you adhere to.

I even saw him that day.

I pinned him to the floor.

He will know it.

 

I speak this…

Because they are all just dreams.

Your life is a nightmare.

It is not mine.

I wake every day,

And strive with God just like Jacob did.

I say this to you:

To have gone further would have been a sin;

Yet you will.

My own Father declared me blameless