Madness: a form of love

"Soul Sermon" by M. J. L. My aim here is not to draw you in, My aim is to accuse you for your sin. Thanks to you I am no little Savior, I can only point out your behavior.  I am but a herald, I am but a sign; I tide the inner Christ you malign. I urge you now to repent, Or soon by Satan’s horns be rent.  All your folly will come to naught, If your consciences still fall short.  Hear me now, and hear me well; Or prepare ye be sent to Hell. Your Dr.s and nurses are evil forces; Your border guards are lazy and lax; Your politicians are mere front men, They steal from the better and call it tax. Your kids locked all day in criminal jails, Their mothers away, ignoring their wails.  Your prisons a den of Sodom & Gomorrah. Your Laws a tyranny, cruel and bizarre. Your food industry, an atrocity. Your water, poisoned. Your Left and Right, No longer know how to talk. --- We have made Him heavy with woe; For all the fallen children inside and without us... And He now brims ...

Globalist puppet supreme,  Coldly, rationally, calculatingly steering us towards ruin And disaster, for the sake of narrow, immediate gain.  Waging phony wars to keep up the charade, It must be so funny being in his shoes.  Such charming and utter cynicism.  They themselves are the biggest, the grandest of illusions, And yet they live with none. It sure beats some creepy circus show, These world-historical mannequins.  Perfect nihilists. World rotating around his empty core. What energy and gusto they have to carry on the act. That's true heroism. No wonder they are not unpartial to a round of applause.  One genuine, naive social activist, a modern day  Martin Luther King came before the secret court: 'The Patriot Act' had him on terrorist conspiracy: "Gee, what do you expect, man?" thinks Barack.  "Hey, I was raised with nothin'." "Am I my brother's keeper?" "I came from dirt, man."  "Don't expect me to tidy up after...