EVIL SIDE OF NICE

Don’t let words paint a thousand pictures
Don’t let the glamour woo you to waver
Don’t let the charmer work his magic
Vicing your mind to his virtuous voice

Behold the peacock’s on the stage
The colourful, musical light parade
Sensationalism’s taste impacting your soul
Surrender your soul… surrender to the soul…

Hyped for the harvest as blackholes move around
Gobbling gold to a missions hollow sound
The hasty checks written for irrational sake
To a god of greed for prosperity’s wake

Feeding the beast of bedazzlement, the whore of trinkets
She sings, she woes the bride to her bed
Dripping with honey, her bosom she caresses
Her legs part exposingly- dare you offend?

Her vulnerabality is exposed to your guarded heart
She begs your trust with her eyes of lust
Offering you golden expressions
Her anointings, oils and services of love

The blade is beneath her velvet stained sheets
Behind the deception of the soothsayers words
Concealed within the faith of a genuine heart
Revealed when eyes are blinded by words

You will never see the evil side of nice...

But see the siren that steers the ship
Her voice and beauty lure the sailor
Taking her knife, her beauty fading
The defiler massacring man for god’s favour

See the tongue of the ship follow the voice
See its tiny rudder change its course
See the wise abandon ship
As the captain and crew sail to her shores

Prize lost, as lost as the sinner was before Christ
In their destruction does God win them back!
Redemption is in the destruction of idols
Names must fall for God to redeem

So beware the song of Pan; Apollo’s prophecies
The gospel of Tyche and Aphrodites beauty
The Gnostic wisdom of Athens and the exaltation of Psyche
The bride who became God by her own might

Reputation must be destroyed for the Godly to see
That flattery builds kingdoms that live to deceive
While standing on mountains, God’s still on a tree
He’ll bring man to nothing so man can believe

Resist comforts, the woos, flatteries and status
Beware soothing words that hide the daggers
The masqueraders in the light live to flatter
Confessing the Christ but exalting other matters

Dare you reject the hearts of the hybrids
Who share their beds and their souls?
To be scorned by Folly and shown the door
The harpy tormenting and tarnishing you?

Is the still small voice speaking within?
Or are parading ponies doing their tricks
Luring you to get into the ring
Preaching doctrines of demons and their magic’s

Or are you left feeling it is the end
Burnt by the leader who calls you friend
Stampeded by a church stuck with leadership vipers
A cult in the making, the Anointed One the sniper!

So come out of her my people and get out of her bed!
To lose yourself to her is to be legally wed
Pull back the sheets and see her bed full of weevils
See the other side of ‘nice’ in its evil of evils

She thinks she’s so beautiful and condemns god’s elect
This 'church' is present and revealed as ‘perfect’
Do not fall for the glory of the Queen of Heaven’s entice
I pray that you see the evil side of nice!


© Words By Jake Elliot, All Rights Reserved, (Registered With APRA)