2004-02-12 - Homing Device
the days of the glory of man
are numbered upon the earth
can you hear the verbalized contraband?
dead poet recitals of worth
uttering things from the grave
if only the living could hear
would it change how they behave?
there's a whisper so let us draw near
if one should return from the dead
and foretell what hell lies beyond
there might be the initial dread
but then back to "oh well, life goes on"
so you see, in a way, we are blind
we are destined to go down these roads
that lead to destruction of mind
as the physical body erodes
what is worse is the introduction
as the path we trod joins all the rest
and the wide gate leads to destruction
so now put these next words to the test
In Christ, we become predestined
by foreknowledge of One outside time
if we learn to ask this question
You are sovereign and who am I?
It boggles the mind to envision
a lifeform without a beginning
shorts the synapse of mental decision
to think of such failure as winning
but there at the cross he defeated
the enemy at his own game
each time this phrase is repeated
Please receive me, God, in Jesus' name
there is where destiny's downturn
is transported to heavenly realms
and is seated with Christ on the mountain
that so lovingly over-flow-whelms
every empire built by the hands
of a renegade offshoot domain
that is destined to fall in destruction
for unless it's God's building it's vain
and so all response to instruction
like a body intune with the brain
flowing upward and caught in the goal
the removal of inDEEPendant strain
the renovation of the soul
the reprogramming of a mind
that always seems bound physically
the God and Father bids us dine
on much more than what eyes can see
and those refusing to consign
will fall short of this destiny
the only one that rectifies
the wayward trek into the mix
where the knowledge of good and evil lies
the tree where fruit became transfixed
and introduced the wrong equation
stuttered perfect balanced diction
vulnerable to worm invasion
serpentine hypnotic fiction
all to no avail ofcourse
no loss -- chaotic fall
for every true domestic horse
returns unto the stall
and hearkens to his master's voice
no wild call placed above
the matter comes down to a choice
this non-robotic love
creation turning to its own
now there's a destiny
all singing how it Feels Like Home
the blood bought progeny
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