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Alternative Facts

I came across the most splendid metaphor

About alternative facts.

 

Through history, there comes a way for men

By their various moral presumptions

To assume a new, alternative fact.

Looking through the internet

I saw one call Sam from the Lord of the Rings

The true hero of the story.

 

A clever thought crossed through my mind.

What if the Hobbits and Middle Earth

After several decades of striving

Decided that their culture wasn’t right

And decided to now make Samwise

The lauded hero of the War of the Rings.

We are kin to do it, are we not?

It makes sense.

 

Sam was not crazy.

Sam technically carried the burden to the point

Where it was destroyed.

Gollum technically destroyed the ring

In his lust for it,

By biting off Frodo’s fingers.

But, Sam, also, nurtured Frodo

Through various battlegrounds

Where the Shell Shock

And the corrupting influence of the Ring of Power

Tore Frodo’s mind to shreds.

 

Sam now is lauded the Hero

For Frodo’s disturbed mental state.

And nasty and vicious rumors appear

About how Frodo beat Sam

On the flight of stairs of Cirith Ungol

Leading to the realm of Mordor,

Accused Sam of stealing the ring,

And with all intents and purposes

Desired the ring’s power.

Of course, it would be tempting for future

Human civilizations to laud Sam instead of Frodo.

 

However, Frodo carried the worst burden.

A metaphor for Tolkien’s own battles with PTSD.

After serving in World War I,

Tolkien had to carry the moral burden

Of communicating the evil of what he saw

And the meaning of the War of the Ring.

WWI was the War of the Ring.

And Frodo carried the burden of its meaning.

This is why Sam is not the true hero.

The Taboo Topics

Homosexuality is a sin.

Sex outside of marriage is a sin.

Sodomy is a sin.

Sadomasochism is a sin.

All other religions except Christianity, are sins.

Debates are sin.

Strife is sin.

Envy is sin.

The American dream, is idolatry.

Entertainment is idolatry.

Idolatry is sin.

Gambling is sin.

Eating too much is not going to send you to hell… it will make you poor.

Being lazy is not going to send you to hell… it will make you poor.

Drinking alcohol beyond one serving, is a sin.

Bloody Knuckles, is a sin.

Being unkind to homosexuals, is a sin.

Being unkind to Transgenders, is a sin.

Telling someone they might go to hell, is not a sin.

Hating your brother, is a sin.

Back Talking your father, is a sin.

So with anyone who is older than you, back talking is a sin.

Correcting someone when they are putting themselves or others in danger, is not a sin.

Telling someone that their opinion is wrong, is not a sin.

Believing in Fairy Tales, Conspiracy Theories and being radical, is all sin.

Rebelling against your government—even if it’s Hitler’s Germany—is a sin.

Serving in the military, if you killed with the sword, you must die by the sword.

Serving as a County Corrections Officer, if you led into captivity, you must go captive.

Disobeying police, is a sin.

Disrespecting political officials, even ones we don’t like, is a sin.

Being politically active, and trying to persuade your government, is not a sin.

Trying to cause an insurrection, even against Rome, is a sin.

Failing to listen to someone—no matter how wrong—is a sin.

Speaking too much is a sin.

Believing that you have prospered yourself, is a sin. Even worth damnation.

Being cruel to the homeless, or thinking they deserve their lot, is a sin.

Thinking that you eat because you work, is a sin.

Going into debt, is a sin.

School is a sin, unless you have a reason to go that will edify the church.

Sex fantasies are sin.

Swearing is sin.

Pretending to kill someone make believe is a sin.

Making stories or essays to teach morals, is not a sin.

Enjoying things, is not a sin.

Having hobbies are not a sin.

Reading books to edify and get closer to God is not a sin.

But, it is a sin if these things are done for selfish reasons.

Listening to music is not a sin, unless it is being done for selfish reasons.

Being selfish, in any way, is a sin.

Hating, slandering, scoffing or being mean, is a sin.

Preaching to eat is a sin.

Prophesying to eat is a sin.

Manipulating people with religion to get what you want, is a sin.

 

Any sin you will go to hell for.

This isn’t by any means a comprehensive list.

Just a small taste of what you’ll be judged for.

 

And we don’t get Jesus just so we can continue in these sins.

At some point, it will all be whittled away,

Little by little, until you have none.

That is what God does in every Christian’s life.

You will not stand seeing it in yourself,

If you’ve had a true conversion.

The most flagrant homosexual,

Will by very hatred of the sin

Stop, even if it means ripping out her eyes.

Only by Christ’s power, through Prayer

Through fasting from each of these little things

Does a heart become untroubled

Does a conscience become unburdened

Does depression, anxiety, and heartache go away.

 

Do not think I give a sugar coated pill.

The Empress Wears No Clothes; My Retelling

The Empress Shi Wu was extraordinarily beautiful.

Her bosom was supple,

Her face like a well sculpted diamond,

Her stomach like a sack of wheat

With four precious stones,

Her legs were thighs of strength

And her feet were like sparrows.

Her hair was that of a frame

Which framed beauty incarnate.

 

At the beginning of her reign

She saw the people were poor.

So, she began by making the people richer

By adding tin to their silver coin.

This, by reason,

Made the coin much more plenteous.

 

The people became poor.

 

Then, she began to build the merchant guilds.

These guilds she would cause to make merchandise for the poor.

The merchants built and made much merchandise,

So Shi Wu put more coin into the land to buy merchandise.

But, the merchants ended up with all the coin,

And would melt them to make pure silver,

Buying the poor’s merchandise with the dross.

 

Shi Wu then began to become rich by the merchants

Who supplied her treasury with great merchandise,

Even from greater Persia all the way from the other china.

Shi Wu became exceedingly rich.

 

The people became poor.

 

The people had traditions,

The people had great science.

Their science said the world was round

That God created the world through nature

And that men were made up of smaller parts.

Shi Wu then saw this.

She said, “Tell the people there is no God

“And that their traditions are worthless.

“That their God says the earth is flat

“And that God did not use nature to make the earth.

“This way, they must buy more.

“Make enriching me their religion.”

So, she did.

 

The people had tin

And not silver,

And a shekel of tin was worth a grain of wheat.

 

The people became poor.

 

But Shi Wu, they heard,

Said that their traditions were stupid.

So, the people began to believe that the earth was flat

Rather than believe Shi Wu.

Obviously, if the earth were flat,

It would explain the lie of Shi Wu.

The people also believed that people

Were not made of smaller parts…

Rather, the people were just one whole

Flesh of writhing sinew.

 

Their traditions, they thought,

Were correct, so when Shi Wu said

The traditions of the ancestors were that men were sinew

And that the world were flat,

The people began to believe their traditions

Instead of Shi Wu.

This angered Shi Wu,

So she began to tax the people.

For, their traditions held that the earth was flat

And now the people believed the Earth was flat

Because of their traditions

Which Shi Wu said were not good.

 

Thus, Shi Wu in one last act of defiance

Disrobed, and called in every male within the borders of her country

To come and view her.

Lusty she was,

She did obscene things before their very eyes

Just to humiliate the traditions of their ancestors.

She said, “See! Is not my beauty sufficient?

“You all can have Shi Wu who wants her!”

But, there began a rumor saying,

“The Emperor wears no clothes.”

This angered Shi Wu,

So she said, “Anyone who says, ‘The Emperor wears no clothes,’

“This man, woman or child shall be put to death.”

But, the people, all having seen her shame

Did not believe her, though many were put to death.

For the traditions of the ancestors were stronger

Than the tradition of Shi Wu.

The Rarity of Our Society

I

The rarity of our society
That we can live off of what we’ve made
Is a thing fleeting the grasp of our rich men
That it can be lost.

The hoary head, wisely
Knows he made his thirty cents
When he was a young man.
And by work he became rich.

There have been other societies
Other Chinas, as the Chinese would call Rome
In its peak, where men lived and ate
And were not slaves.

Reading a “Communist Newspaper”
Casually, I thought he meant it was really communist.
Happily, I entertained he was misguided
But was happy that the paper was published.

He meant the common Newspaper was Communist.
Unfortunately, Capitalism can have those same problems;
We used to call it Feudalism, Mercantilism,
Guilds that controlled all trade.

He mentioned going to college.
One hundred thousand dollars of debt
I’d probably never pay off.

He mentioned painting.
I’m a writer… my soft hands testify
To the fact, and my inherent lack of any other ability.

Yet, there is a guide below giving a writer tips.
Tips I will never follow…
It is not the pretty words that make a poem.

But what it means.
And the fact that there are tips
Shows why the Earth is slowly becoming poor.

II

Seven people read this poem, not one liked it.
It was suggested, “Do what you love, though.”
What I love? I can write whatever I want…
But harsh truths nobody wants.

Do you understand what that suggestion means?
It means none of you will eat.
Impossible standards that preclude Shakespeare
From ever making money.

Hypocrites. You self censor, making this profession
Unable to support those who need it.
What if I can… hypothetically,
Write well? Does an artifice of pretty lies
Create your love for poetry?
That isn’t artificial?

Need I write in pentameter?
Need I write in tetrameter?
Need I write at all?
Hypocrites.

So you don’t like reading this…
Well… you pay your twelve dollars to enter a contest
That gives you points.
A racket… I’ll “Write what I love,”
Because what I love is the truth.

The truth is… I need to eat.
And this poem is about eating…
It is about truth…
Truth doesn’t need a cozy little “Active Language,”
Nor criticize my helper verbs.
I can take them out, and still write just fine.
I’ve done it all.

The truth… I don’t eat for the same reason you don’t.
Standards that impose harsh taxes on talent
But none on simony.

III

Grammar snobs jeer at a misspelled word.
How it got there, maybe a typo?
In all actuality—a pet phrase, give me that—
You can understand I meant “He”
And not “Me.” Can’t you?

What I really mean to say
Is that the market demand
For “Active Language,”
No, “Mary Sues”
No, “Exposition,”
No, “Creativity,”

Nobody understands the reference to China
I know… So I spell it out rather than leave it as an Easter egg…
Pretentious? Maybe. But I have written the Odes of Brittos.
So… spare me to not write pretty
And to give heed to a whim.

No… nothing is so exceptional about Frost
Yet he’s read like a god.
I don’t want to be a god.
I want to eat, and pave the way so all can eat
With what they work hard to produce.

Do you recognize those suggestions are just to frustrate you?
To tell you, “You will never be good enough
“Because you weren’t born with a silver spoon
“And you weren’t born into society.”

So you wrote like Robert Frost.
Nobody will purchase it
Because one man presides over another
And time and chance forsakes all things
When a writer doesn’t come from the right background.

Yet, work hard he says…
I work hard. The hardest working Bartleby
And will you recognize that’s a reference to Melville?
I’ve scribed in ink several dozen notebooks.
Obviously I’m a Scribner.
I don’t mind hand writing,
Though I’ve been told,
My whole life
That I have a writing disability
AND I CANNOT WRITE!
Hand write.
But, two brief cases worth of handwritten notebooks

I am a hard working Bartleby—
And none of you know the reference, do you?
I don’t insult your intelligence
But that if I wrote Plato’s Republic
With a Heroine out to destroy the society
And perhaps had a few children die
I’d be a millionaire right now.
That’s what you want.

But it’s not what you’re going to get.

IV.

Life is a harsh vicissitude of bitter medicine.
I love my society because I can
As I assumed
Write a communist newspaper
And live.
As stupid as it might seem
To be a communist
And make money on a Newspaper,
As unthankful,
As ungrateful,
It is their right if that’s all that can feed them.

Sitting next to the old man
I thought he was a communist
But he was a die hard capitalist.
Rightly, I can’t tell the difference right now
Between Communism and Capitalism.
We like things neatly defined
But what I told him
Is exactly what I’ll tell you.

You can have any economy under the sun
If you have a just and right people.
Equity cannot be legislated
It must be practiced by every one of us.

But, when I see someone exploiting the hopes
And the dreams, of people who, if given the amount of work
Still cannot earn a living… I tend to question my economy.
Not only because I’ve made a small amount
On what is objectively good poetry…
But the fact that I see this website prescribing me
A style, when I’ve worked 10 years, with over 20,000 hours
Producing my style.

As if a style were all it took to get published
And everyone works hard on perfecting their style
But says the same cliche poems over
And over,
And over,
And over,
And over again.

Rather, I’d take no style
With something meaty to say.
Do you understand?
I hope you do.
A style isn’t worth a damn
If you have nothing to say with it.
And to have the audacity
To tell me a thing about my style
Leads me to believe that it is a corruption
In the market that doesn’t allow
Me, but does allow poets who know nothing
About punctuation
Earn from their work.

Please, indulge me in this…
Like I said it’s simony
And I use it to connote
That rather than sell our work
We buy our work, as Authors
Which means that people don’t read our work
But us.

To which I would reply,
Then if nobody looks at a painting
Nobody reads a book
Nobody listens to a song
Nobody watches a chess game
Nobody buys a wooden duck
Nobody appreciates a little crystal swan
Nobody appreciates a hand carved folk art piece
Nobody desires to look at Venus or David…
Then really, there can only be poverty.
Those things are what make us human,
And to realize that we add salt to this life
Of humdrum, and not only that
But teach and hand down traditions…

It’s difficult for me to communicate what I mean fully

 

V.

Finally, an Ode

Jane… my beloved Jane…
You’d never get published today.
Love, I love you more than all the rest.

Leo, my good father, Leo…
Nobody would read you.
You are the man who conceived me.

William, oh you wordsmith
Nobody would love you like me.
Nobody… nobody.

Frank… Paul’s a Mary Sue.
Jules… nobody wants to hear about your submarine.
Wells… who cares that you could predict nuclear war.

Beloved’s a weak word…
I love you is a cliche…
Do understand, Amarisa,
That’s what the poem is about.

 

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There Were Two Men

There were two men.

 

The first was a prophet.

The prophet, when he saw the wickedness of mankind

Would pray to the Father in heaven

And would accuse men of being wicked.

He would reprove for the sake of correction

And nothing he spoke was with intent to harm

But rather was with intent to increase faithfulness

Among the sons of men.

Never did he say, “You sin like thus,

“And, therefore, you are a worthless fellow.”

But rather, “The whole sins like thus,

“And your sins will condemn you.

“Not that I have never sinned,

“But that you are sinning right now,

“And I am concerned for your well being.”

When men heard this,

They felt sore vexed

Because it seemed like the Prophet was accusing

Them right to their face.

But it was rather the whole who the prophet accused;

And men stood up in judgment against this prophet

To say, “He is more wicked in his judgments

“Then we are in our murders and thefts!”

 

The second man was a judge.

He would see of men, “They are righteous,

“And they are, for the whole part, better than this man.”

But, when he saw a man’s sins,

He would say, “This man is incredibly wicked.

“This man, I have seen him be wicked

“I have seen his sins,

“Because I have made a diligent search for them.

“I will not depart from him

“Until I am justified in myself

“That I have found error in him.”

This man, all men loved

Because he had accused the righteous

And had encouraged the wicked to sin

By justifying them, and by making himself justified in their eyes.

Wherever he was, he made sure he was justified in their eyes

And that the truth, even, was abominable in the sights of men

Because he would rather be justified in his position

And not the truth; and once he found sin

He went home and said, “I know I am righteous

“And this other man is a sinner more than I.

“For, the prophets are judgmental,

“And I am humble and give grace to the sinner.”

 

Which man will stand in judgment?

Who is the hypocrite?

The Empress Wears No Clothes; My Retelling

The Empress Shi Wu was extraordinarily beautiful.

Her bosom was supple,

Her face like a well sculpted diamond,

Her stomach like a sack of wheat

With four precious stones,

Her legs were thighs of strength

And her feet were like sparrows.

Her hair was that of a frame

Which framed beauty incarnate.

 

At the beginning of her reign

She saw the people were poor.

So, she began by making the people richer

By adding tin to their silver coin.

This, by reason,

Made the coin much more plenteous.

 

The people became poor.

 

Then, she began to build the merchant guilds.

These guilds she would cause to make merchandise for the poor.

The merchants built and made much merchandise,

So Shi Wu put more coin into the land to buy merchandise.

But, the merchants ended up with all the coin,

And would melt them to make pure silver,

Buying the poor’s merchandise with the dross.

 

Shi Wu then began to become rich by the merchants

Who supplied her treasury with great merchandise,

Even from greater Persia all the way from the other china.

Shi Wu became exceedingly rich.

 

The people became poor.

 

The people had traditions,

The people had great science.

Their science said the world was round

That God created the world through nature

And that men were made up of smaller parts.

Shi Wu then saw this.

She said, “Tell the people there is no God

“And that their traditions are worthless.

“That their God says the earth is flat

“And that God did not use nature to make the earth.

“This way, they must buy more.

“Make enriching me their religion.”

So, she did.

 

The people had tin

And not silver,

And a shekel of tin was worth a grain of wheat.

 

The people became poor.

 

But Shi Wu, they heard,

Said that their traditions were stupid.

So, the people began to believe that the earth was flat

Rather than believe Shi Wu.

Obviously, if the earth were flat,

It would explain the lie of Shi Wu.

The people also believed that people

Were not made of smaller parts…

Rather, the people were just one whole

Flesh of writhing sinew.

 

Their traditions, they thought,

Were correct, so when Shi Wu said

The traditions of the ancestors were that men were sinew

And that the world were flat,

The people began to believe their traditions

Instead of Shi Wu.

This angered Shi Wu,

So she began to tax the people.

For, their traditions held that the earth was flat

And now the people believed the Earth was flat

Because of their traditions

Which Shi Wu said were not good.

 

Thus, Shi Wu in one last act of defiance

Disrobed, and called in every male within the borders of her country

To come and view her.

Lusty she was,

She did obscene things before their very eyes

Just to humiliate the traditions of their ancestors.

She said, “See! Is not my beauty sufficient?

“You all can have Shi Wu who wants her!”

But, there began a rumor saying,

“The Emperor wears no clothes.”

This angered Shi Wu,

So she said, “Anyone who says, ‘The Emperor wears no clothes,’

“This man, woman or child shall be put to death.”

But, the people, all having seen her shame

Did not believe her, though many were put to death.

For the traditions of the ancestors were stronger

Than the tradition of Shi Wu.

Judgmental

There were two men.

 

The first was a prophet.

The prophet, when he saw the wickedness of mankind

Would pray to the Father in heaven

And would accuse men of being wicked.

He would reprove for the sake of correction

And nothing he spoke was with intent to harm

But rather was with intent to increase faithfulness

Among the sons of men.

Never did he say, “You sin like thus,

“And, therefore, you are a worthless fellow.”

But rather, “The whole sins like thus,

“And your sins will condemn you.

“Not that I have never sinned,

“But that you are sinning right now,

“And I am concerned for your well being.”

When men heard this,

They felt sore vexed

Because it seemed like the Prophet was accusing

Them right to their face.

But it was rather the whole who the prophet accused;

And men stood up in judgment against this prophet

To say, “He is more wicked in his judgments

“Then we are in our murders and thefts!”

 

The second man was a judge.

He would see of men, “They are righteous,

“And they are, for the whole part, better than this man.”

But, when he saw a man’s sins,

He would say, “This man is incredibly wicked.

“This man, I have seen him be wicked

“I have seen his sins,

“Because I have made a diligent search for them.

“I will not depart from him

“Until I am justified in myself

“That I have found error in him.”

This man, all men loved

Because he had accused the righteous

And had encouraged the wicked to sin

By justifying them, and by making himself justified in their eyes.

Wherever he was, he made sure he was justified in their eyes

And that the truth, even, was abominable in the sights of men

Because he would rather be justified in his position

And not the truth; and once he found sin

He went home and said, “I know I am righteous

“And this other man is a sinner more than I.

“For, the prophets are judgmental,

“And I am humble and give grace to the sinner.”

 

Which man will stand in judgment?

Who is the hypocrite?

An Analysis of “Hey Look Ma I Made It” Lyrics by Panic at the Disco

The reason I like this song is multifaceted. I had just heard it on the Radio not too long ago, and the music video is not good because it ruins the musical shade on the meaning. It's just, not capturing the song the way I see it.

It's unrepentant. It's the modern age, unrepentant. It's not sarcastic; it rather basks in the glory of sin. It's saying, "I did this, and I'm not going to say sorry."

And in doing that, it shows how desperate our civilization is, making the point that the Music Video doesn't have to; rather, the music video is too moral bearing and not journalistic enough. The song as it is naturally makes its point---shaded by an unrepentant beat, an unrepentant soul, an unrepentant sinner praying in the golden cathedral for the faithless.

It's upbeat, about screwing over the other guy in order to get where you are going. And "It's ok."  The song doesn't need to bear a moral weight. All of our songs are like this. They just say, "Screw it, I'm going to be bad." And I like it because it's honest. It's easy to know how messed up it is. The writer of this song is obviously unrepentant about being successful---"If you lose, boo-hoo." Panic at the Disco does a good rendition of it, but secretly, like a few Johnny Cash songs I know, they probably didn't write it. Johnny always wrote his songs, but surprisingly was the talent behind a lot of our most famous grooves, and you'd never know it.

The ethos of the song is unrepentant, and the pathos is too overbearing. It's just flagrant, spiteful, not angry, just flagrant. And I LOVE IT! Because I feel like everyone I know is like this. I feel like our whole society has to be this way in order to make end's meat. I love it because it captures exactly how I feel about modern society. And, journalistically---that being a style without the moral expressly stated---it makes sense in our modern ethos to have a song like this.

Halsey did a good job in a few of her poems at doing this, but it's too dank and depressing. It's not glorious enough. It's not that glorious future that you get if you just say "F____ off" to everything, and then go on living your life not caring about how it affects the people you love.

And then "Hey look ma I made it!" He's singing the chorus to his mother, who is probably seething and chomping at the bit to just smack that boy across the behind. Not because he made it, but because he compromised all of his virtue doing it. It's beautiful, how "Ma, look at me! I'm successful!" and Ma is looking back at him, seeing whatever revelry had to be done to get there. She's thinking, "I'd rather you be poor and a rat, being honest, than to be successful screwing over everyone who ever loved you."

And that is our modern age. I love this song because it just captures it without any hesitation. There isn't a beat missed, there isn't a groove missed, that doesn't say, "Hey look Ma I made it!" The puppet didn't need to be there, because this isn't a puppet. This is not a puppet at all. This is an unrepentant, flagrant, "Hey look ma I made it!"

I like our modern music for this reason, but I would like to see something more sentimental. I'm getting tired of the whole, "I'm bad and I'm not going to care about it." Because it's getting boring. I'm tired of hearing songs accusing the listener of all their hidden sins, or on the flip, encouraging people to be bitter and petty. I'm tired of it. And with this song, I think we've captured it all, the portrait Halsey couldn't paint. The portrait that a lot of singers and songwriters couldn't. "I'm having fun, therefore I don't care about who I hurt." Halsey comes at a close second, but this song by Panic at the Disco really just grooves it. Other songs are singing about women wearing blades in their bras, and how they can fight a man. But this song just grooves, and seethes with this generation of America. It is the alter call of American civilization. "Hey look Ma I made it! And if you lose, boo-hoo."

Panic at the Disco. "Hey Look Ma I Made It". Pray For the Wicked. Fueled By Ramen, DCD2, 2019. Radio.

So, Stood Upon the Walshon Road

So, stood upon the walshon road

The white stained facade clean and cold

Stands the voice of a lone protest.

He stands with ensign, flashed his crest

With colors of blue, gold and white.

He stands—paralyzed dreamer in the night.

Right is his goodly righteous cause

To save the Earth and keep strong laws

To bring the golden age of straw

Conjured in his bright, widowed mind.

He spends his time upon the brind

Of oceans and seas of strong words.

Those he speaks are the limpid lures

Wherewith he will strongly bait hawks

Whom he wishes to make to doves.

The message rather grinds a gear

Hunkering both into their fears.

Oh! Strong intellectual, spending all your years

In a dreamlike state, paralyzed

On the bleached white streets with your cheers.

Strong are your slogans, witty, thick

With the hypnotism you pick.

Yet, it is to none effect, love

For the words are like a paralyzed dreamer;

Conscience, they simply do not prick.

The Nation Types

Here is the interpretation of the nations in scripture.

 

Prince of Tyre is a rich man

Who gains riches, and believes

Himself to be God.

He is deluded to think

That he has gained his own treasures

And hasn’t accrued them from the blessing of God.

 

Nebo and Chemosh Moab’s

Type is those who are wicked,

Exceedingly wicked

And hide it from the rest.

They hide it, and are prosperous.

They are inflamed with their material possessions

And cannot separate from them;

They turn their creature comforts into their gods

To comfort themselves for their sins.

 

Ziddon’s nation type

Is the worst,

Higher over the Philistines

Amonnites,

Amorites,

Amelekites.

They are at war,

Constant

With the LORD’s people

As a thorn in their side.

Every person the Godly offends

This is these nations.

 

Zoan is Egypt,

The type of those who

Shield the wicked

When they have sinned.

They go to war

For them,

They fight beside them

But ultimately,

They enslave them.

 

King of Tyre

Is a man who has done nothing wrong

His whole life.

He gains riches.

And, when he sees he is rich

He believes he is responsible for it.

So his heart begins to sin

And because of his sinless nature

He believes himself incapable of it.

So, he becomes the worst of all demons.

 

Daughter of Moab

Is a person who

Follows the wicked

Wherever they go.

They cling to them

Are loyal to them

Because in their heart they make justification

For the wicked.

They will battle, war,

And are loyal to a wicked person

No matter what.

 

Whore of Babylon

Or Daughter of Babylon

Is a person inflamed with

Idols. Their position is simply

Idolatry. Naked.

Unabashed. And they

Spread idolatry to everywhere else.

 

Tyrus is a person

Whose beauty

Makes them vain.

 

Jareb, or the King of Assyria

Is someone who sees what is

To be conquered, and will

Even conquer the righteous

To obtain what is not his.

He will destroy what is right

In order to gain possession

Over lands and riches

That do not belong to him.

 

Ephraim is a drunkard.

Up to mischief for mischief’s sake.

Drunk on naked power,

Drunk on wine.

It is just mischief for mischief’s sake.

No rhyme, no reason.

Just because it is fun.

 

Nebuchadnezzar

Is a person who sees the plight of the righteous

And shows no mercy because of it.

They come and destroy

Because of the plight of the righteous

And use it to overthrow the wicked

To a point where it no longer is justice

But is revenge.

 

Abaddon is just naked foolishness.

He is cruel. He is unwise.

He is never satisfied with good.

He is strong, and able to accomplish his lusts.

He has no knowledge, and he despises knowledge.

 

When I’m writing my poetry, the thirteen kings

Represent these nation types.

This is the highest of the sin.

 

There is one more I know about

And I tremble at the thought of not knowing all of the nations.

 

That is Ethiopia.

She is false Christianity

And false morality.

She is religions built from the true faith

But obscure it.

 

The reason why I bring this up

Is because when  you interpret prophecy

This is how  you interpret it.

You do not use it to predict tomorrow.

You use it to hide yourself from evil

And be like Israel, Judah and yes, even Ephraim.

You also use it to hide yourself from these thirteen nations.

Because there are wicked Israel, Ephraim and Judah.

There is also righteous Israel, Ephraim and Judah.

Each prophesy correlates with a curse and blessing

On each nation, that reflects the heart.

This is the sum of the wisdom I’ve learned

And it has guided my pen in creating my poetry.