Subliminal sojourn spoken in surreptitious song
Careless chorus comes slithering along
Dim eyed, tongue tied, painful discourse rings the note on the empty gong
Are you speaking to me sir, or another sitting near?
Was that an attempt to lead me to majestic fear?
Then get it out, say what you will, let chips fall even if ears are dull,
Wood has the right sense to rot in this vacuous hall
Herald whom you serve, announce what you heard, proclaim this mystery word
But for God’s sake man, stop placating me with ornately dressed up, golden laced, sugar dipped turds
Can you not understand, that if you believe the words upon which you call others to stand
You would have more urgency to call out with certainty the truth of this certain death of me, unless I profess, and confess to the One who says “turn to Thee”
The eyes of your ears must be blind? Do you hear what you say? or has your pious dialect caused the suspension of your ability for introspect assuming platitudes are kind?
Pardon the critique, I know my observation is unique, certainly you are the expert –you get paid to speak.
I attempted a poetic introduction, since you seem to enjoy vernacular seduction, but from the look of your response I should have committed myself to simple deduction- here it goes; IF you really love the ones you call lost, THEN please speak as if our souls are worth infinite cost. Don’t fear me, fear the One before whom you’ll stand, pretend as if I am so important that if you refuse to call me to faith, my blood will be on your hands.