-LYSOL CAN’T CLEAN US-

Bottles of alcohol.
Face masks.
Bottles of Lysol.
God help us all!

You know, what goes up, must come down.
You know what this is!
You know, what goes around comes back around.

HA!

We thought the divine wouldn’t notice?
The shark tooth we fashion around our neck?
Making sure we have everything the most high-tech?
It was time for a reality check!
We were moving so fast we forgot we could wreck…

Racing to our death,
to our DOOM.
My friend said “God sent us to our rooms”.

We can buy all the PPE,
But this happened because society is ugly.
SLASHING throats and WATCHING each other bleed,
making it hard for anyone to succeed,
watching what trend sets the lead.
Remember.

ALL it takes is faith the size of a mustard SEED,
but we didn’t BELIEVE, so now we have to plead.
LOOK!

We have our TRASH packing up the sea!

I remember.
When I was young,
Momma told me…
There was someone always watching me.
An angel in the corner of every room,
But I think I hurt her too much.
She stopped watching.
It got horrifying.
She started crying.
Cringing.
Then slowly dying.


I think you hurt yours too.
You think your angel didn’t see you?
All our watchers told God the news…

Angel tears are made of gold
,
but they TURNED black…
because we didn’t wipe them fast enough.
That’s why we HIDE our hands
.

You’re hot in your seats.
I know under your butt you feel this heat!
You ever heard a hard head makes a soft ah…
You know what!
So why when you know BETTER, you BUCK?

The weather has the pavement getting hotter.
Resembling the HELL we’ve caused.
The STORMS are stronger.
The HEARTBREAK is lasting longer.
The presence is getting closer.

Young girls hot in the pants!
Make up, “Crop tops”, Social media rants.
Posting up damn near naked pictures.
Pleasing someone’s old man.

I remember.
When I was young,
Momma told me…
There was someone always watching me.
An angel in the corner of every room,
But I think I hurt her too much.
She stopped watching.
It got horrifying.
She started crying.
Cringing.
Then slowly dying.

We aren’t blind.
Use your mind.
Just because something is available,
possible, make-able, repeatable, doesn’t mean we should do it!
DUH!
You could have a seat at God’s table, but you want crumbs?
So what, now you a bum?
You’re a heavenly creation.
A holy presentation and you wanna be none?

We are given everything.
The lessons,
The lessonbook,
The teachers,
But it’s like we said…

“NOPE. THIS ISN’T IT.”
All that guidance wasted.
We’re not winners.. we are sinners!
We think we can do it better.
When did we let arrogance be the trendsetter?

Why are we biting the hand that feeds us?
Chomping and swallowing it’s flesh!
Remember Lucifer?
Oh, you thought you rose?
Well, you about to fall.

How can my expectations be so high?
When humanity has proven nothing
for ages, but arrogance and lies.
If HUMANITY has TURNED their backs on JESUS,
Who am I? I’m easy to defy.


I remember.
When I was young,
Momma told me…
There was someone always watching me.
An angel in the corner of every room,
But I think I hurt her too much.
She stopped watching.
It got horrifying.
She started crying.
Cringing.
Then slowly dying.

Death numbers climbing daily,
but remember we are all walking dead people.
Our SOULS have been dead.
It’s time we bring them to life
!

Pandemic this – epidemic that.
Wake up and smell the roses!
Take notes and check the facts.
Even if you don’t believe Jesus is coming back,
you can’t deny humans hands are filthy with BLOOD

BLOOD of our own, BLOOD of animals, and of the earth.

IF!

we come back from this,
You can’t make excuses.
You gotta use those talents.
You have to learn to balance.
Are you up for the challenge?

That’s why we’re here!
‘Cause we didn’t get it the first million times.
How many more wake-up calls do you think we’ll get?
This just might be IT!


I remember.
When I was young,
Momma told me…
There was someone always watching me.
An angel in the corner of every room,
But I think I hurt her too much.
She stopped watching.
It got horrifying.
She started crying.
Cringing.
Then slowly dying.





2 Comments on “-LYSOL CAN’T CLEAN US-

  1. Awesome poem. My mother’s stepfather believed in reincarnation and would say, “We have to keep coming back until we get it right.”

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