OFFENCE OF THE CROSS

Stop pissing through your mouths
Defecating from your lips
Excrementing words attracting flies
Sincere lies from Satan’s pit

You take up Azazel’s weapons
And slay innocent with your tongue
Your eyes loving your image
You damage the cross of the son

You pick up the cross's fragments
And sell them for great price
His pain is forever your pleasure
Your treasure is a Christ of lies

Wearing the cross like a harlot
You prostitute yourself before men
You openly commission giant genital emission
An omission you’ll swallow again

What’s disgusting is you conjure
Others to do the same
Overtly worse, you behave like a whore
Wanting more pleasure, money and fame

You lord like one who is loving
But get drunk on blood of the gullible
You become delirious on ecstatic experience
Where heinous gospels become infallible

And then you start sobering up
But you keep up this behaviour
Pride keeping you right, you’re the servant of light
You spit and smite continually the Saviour

How much more must he deal with you
As you poison the minds of his sheep
You become more shocking, blasphemely mocking
And locking men’s souls in hells deep

Tell me when you will repent
Where you’ll serve both God and us
You sell Satan like Jesus, trying to fleece us
To please us: preach offense of the cross


© 6:30pm 2/7/ 2010 Words By Jake Elliot, All Rights Reserved, (Registered With APRA)