POETRY TITLE: MEN AND MEN-OF-GOD.

When would men from lies refrain?
It hurts my heart and brings me pain,
The Truth and Gospel they seem to twist;
The thoughts of men they've so made lame.

Fake prophesies abounds in them.
Yet, multitudes accrues to them.
A pinch of Miracle; men won't dare miss.
To hear them speak, they'd all form heaps.

Goodnews to you, they'd all profess,
It fails: You ask, they'd all gain-say.
I know someday God would repay,
But hope's they make not heaven at bay.

A word from Hell to man Again!
"The Pope's in hell", they all would claim.
They died & Rose; All men Believe,
Men's brain they drain and now deceive.

To Salvation: men pays damnation,
Signs and wonders gain their attention.
End-time; I know is pretty near,
I wish all men would for God, fear!.

The Bible has gone stale and too old to read.
The Gospel's now too fake to be Real.
The men-of-god, thus knows it all.
Their names - Men sing and now Extol.

But, The Messiah, above has chose to gaze,
On men, Free-will he has thus bestowed.
How vile all men has chose to live Aha-Aha! - The seeds of Eve.

Cheerful-giving, they all would preach,
Respect the Priest, they'd always Teach,
"Touch not the Anointed", they now would sing
"Oh Lord!", to Thee I rest my Case.