With all the stuff that’s hit the fan
Here I stand a forbidden man
The hate towards me,
I can’t keep pace!
They’re no longer the human race.
All the trials set to terrify me
But they never lift their eyes to see
That I’m a man from beyond the stars
You only wish you could see so far!
The power I hold in just one hand
Is more than your minions ever planned.
Torture and death, imminent attack…
You’ll have to do way better than that!
I die once, but you die twice…
In the face of all justice
You’ll bend the knee then barely suffice.
Power beyond word or knowledge,
But I think it’s cute that you went to college.
I wait on His will, when I hear Him say,
‘Move’ then mountains dive out of the way.
Your day is coming!
Like an oncoming train
As you sit on the tracks unwilling to explain
Why you remain, awkward and lost,
An empty-headed fool not counting the cost.
Keep saying “you know,”
Until your last breath
Then walk into eternity,
blind, dumb and deaf.
The ones you mocked,
laughed at and smirked
Will see you again when we rule the earth.
You, on the other hand,
got your work cut out.
One day very soon, when Jesus shouts
You’ll no longer have what you yearn,
Or be the one to earn more than most earn,
That player who made friends learn to smile
You’ll be busy on your own last mile.
All the way to the throne of God
The Creator of all
The reason for breath, a thought,
a look, or beating heart.
He’ll open the books, then you will start
To explain the allegiances of your heart.
Tell Him about your love for the dark,
That though He called you did not hark.
Tell Him that you can find your own way,
That you know the score
Just pipe up, let Him know,
You don’t need Him anymore.
Do it, if you think that’s the way
To have any sway,
But on that day
Go ahead, be afraid.
Be very, very afraid.
Poem by Michele Archer
Composition, Vocals, and Production by Zeph Daniel
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