“HATE JUSTIFIED”
Why is your HATE justified, but not mine?
Why is your crime righteous, but not mine?
You’re not perfect and neither am I,
But He was!
So they stirred up HATE!
“They HATE me without a cause,” He still says!
Is it true?
With enough HATE I will even crucify “perfection”!
“I” will justify anything if “I” get what “I” WANT.
My group, your group. My tribe, your tribe. My right, your right.
First divide… Then HATE… Then chaos…
Watch “us” burn and fall! But who’s behind it all?
Certainly not “us”!
We are the manipulated! The unthinking herd they say we are.
We prove them right!
HATE takes.
It does not think!
HATE takes by lies…HATE takes by force…HATE does not care.
There is no truth, logic, or reasoning…HATE takes!
It’s a fire! It’s a heat! It does not think! It does not hear!
So what chance have we? Flawed as we are!
There is none good! None but One!
And we HATED Him!
We the herd, manipulated again!
Aha! Aha! My eyes have seen it! We said we said!
Yes… so we said the day we crucified even, the Perfect One.
So what chance have “I”, in your “I”s?
We cannot touch “Him” now.
But we have His children, and His Words!
Aha! Aha! My eyes have seen it! We say! We say!
But you lie…you lie.
You HATE. You HATE.
You’re the HATER, and how do you stand it?
Shed your skin again?
You’re a walking skeleton, a whited sepulcher!
I have peace. Peace enough to share, if only…
I have a garden, with fruit enough to share…if only…
I am not the misled throngs,
I traded my HATE for the Song of Songs!
But they only love “THEIR OWN”.
Your group, my group. Your tribe, my tribe. Let us divide.
Such violence spilling over, kills its own kind!
Join us and we will HATE the others! We destroy OURSELVES together!
But in the end, the real enemy steps forth claiming all we lost.
The Garden lost again.
He smiles in delight…feeling so wise.
“How simple it was, really,” he says. “Like animals in a jungle.”
Is he from China? One can’t help but wonder. But actually, he’s from way under.
From the bowels of deep darkness below, this way of HATE he surely knows.
And the rhyme starts over…the circle spins…repeat, repeat, until the end.
And then? All the HATE will be judged by “THE ONE”.
The One who is HATED without a cause.
Yes…I am guilty of HATE speech, way back then, and so are we all!
“Crucify Him!” we said.
Can we forgive, to be forgiven?
But then, that requires “reasoning together”.
HATE is too hot for reasoning. That’s why it works!
And they know it, but do not care, and do not believe the Perfect One.
God’s Holy Word.
Lovers of darkness, more than light. Lovers of jungle, more than garden. Lovers of chaos and HATE, more than peace. Lovers of snakes, more than a bird of song.
Choose you this day, which are you?
The Garden? Or the jungle? A gardener, or destroyer?
Gardeners bring forth life. We sing the Garden Song.
The Song of all Songs!
If this looks like defeat to you, you will never know the Garden Song.
And you will never know why Satan has already lost.
The true Garden has been restored, never to be lost again!
Many many song birds sing in God’s Garden.
It’s a beautiful thing.
I did not plan to write today, but the death of Mike Adams has forced my hand. Will we ever know the truth of what has happened? Or is someone, even right now, in the no-news-silence, trying to figure out how to spin this thing in some way for their agenda?
Path Without End 