Vixens Vipers
Heretics”
So let me show you
hypocrisy
Lies, disguised as truth, behind their eyes you see
These Quote-unquote “Christian girls” That spew misdirection
Spreading an infection, of romantic distraction
Little girls, playing dress up as women of God, pretending
to Play church, as they totally forgot, what they were sending
The wrong signals. Facebook statuses, laced in scripture
That were injected with falsehood and a deadly nasty, gruesome mixture
Lies, disguised as truth, behind their eyes you see
These Quote-unquote “Christian girls” That spew misdirection
Spreading an infection, of romantic distraction
Little girls, playing dress up as women of God, pretending
to Play church, as they totally forgot, what they were sending
The wrong signals. Facebook statuses, laced in scripture
That were injected with falsehood and a deadly nasty, gruesome mixture
So let me show you
heresy
As men of God lie so fervently
As they speak not with their words but actions instead
As they claim to be oracles of God but spiritually they’re dead
These supposed “Men of God” nothing more than husks
Who are nothing but vile fleshlings from their dawn until their dusk
I am speaking about the Vixens, the vipers, and you heretics
Who would so eagerly display the cross, yet burn the crucifix
Why can’t you see by you being on the fence
That you are causing so much harm leaving none with a defense
Can’t you see, the living word is supposed to breathe life into the corpses
Not be spoken and disregarded by your relative forces
If we can’t put loving God and people before our Dogma, we’ve missed the point of the scripture
And if we’ve missed the point of what our faith is found upon, why would we ever consider us to have an understanding that’s clear?
Have we not paid attention to what was written?
It’s not by law or circumcision
It’s not by you or I
By works, appearances or any of that, it doesn’t on it’s own fly.
We can’t go back to what we were, who we were and what we are
Should reflect the perfect gift given to us by our Lord, the maker of the stars
The lover of our souls, the master of the universe.
Who loves us regardless of our best and worst
But instead we allow ourselves this putridity,
With bogus rationalities
Emissaries of “light”? But instead you indulge your vulgar delication
As you preach a gospel of peace, yet spread division
There is a disease that has taken place to rot
That has devoured you, every single thing you claimed that you are not
To see someone you look down upon doing the work of your God, it kills you
It’s filth like you that has hatred that rots your soul, it’s true.
Where is your honor? Where is your sword?
Would you lay down your life? Lay it down for your Lord?
As men of God lie so fervently
As they speak not with their words but actions instead
As they claim to be oracles of God but spiritually they’re dead
These supposed “Men of God” nothing more than husks
Who are nothing but vile fleshlings from their dawn until their dusk
I am speaking about the Vixens, the vipers, and you heretics
Who would so eagerly display the cross, yet burn the crucifix
Why can’t you see by you being on the fence
That you are causing so much harm leaving none with a defense
Can’t you see, the living word is supposed to breathe life into the corpses
Not be spoken and disregarded by your relative forces
If we can’t put loving God and people before our Dogma, we’ve missed the point of the scripture
And if we’ve missed the point of what our faith is found upon, why would we ever consider us to have an understanding that’s clear?
Have we not paid attention to what was written?
It’s not by law or circumcision
It’s not by you or I
By works, appearances or any of that, it doesn’t on it’s own fly.
We can’t go back to what we were, who we were and what we are
Should reflect the perfect gift given to us by our Lord, the maker of the stars
The lover of our souls, the master of the universe.
Who loves us regardless of our best and worst
But instead we allow ourselves this putridity,
With bogus rationalities
Emissaries of “light”? But instead you indulge your vulgar delication
As you preach a gospel of peace, yet spread division
There is a disease that has taken place to rot
That has devoured you, every single thing you claimed that you are not
To see someone you look down upon doing the work of your God, it kills you
It’s filth like you that has hatred that rots your soul, it’s true.
Where is your honor? Where is your sword?
Would you lay down your life? Lay it down for your Lord?
It’s true, I
harbor hatred too, but I don’t allow it to take me
Instead I write to you all, as a warning against apathy
A warning against the rot of the wicked
Of those amongst us that are dangerous and twisted tormented
But I write to you, you vixens vipers and you heretics.
Let’s forget the church politics
Set aside our differences,
For a moment, please, just drop your defenses
I know you are hurting, I know you think you are doing what is right
But look at the pain you cause, look at the damage you’ve down, if not, now I’m shedding some light
This fight you’ve fought has done so much detrimental harm.
If you knew the damages extent would you of even extended your arms?
Instead I write to you all, as a warning against apathy
A warning against the rot of the wicked
Of those amongst us that are dangerous and twisted tormented
But I write to you, you vixens vipers and you heretics.
Let’s forget the church politics
Set aside our differences,
For a moment, please, just drop your defenses
I know you are hurting, I know you think you are doing what is right
But look at the pain you cause, look at the damage you’ve down, if not, now I’m shedding some light
This fight you’ve fought has done so much detrimental harm.
If you knew the damages extent would you of even extended your arms?
Lifted a finger in
aid?
Look at this mess we’ve made.
Listen I know you’re hurting, But you can’t do this on your own
There’s a way to do this, a way maybe you weren’t shown.
But you can’t continue to do this half way, it will only bring death
And where there is death there will always be death. So stop this you wretch!
Unity! Revival! Life! These are the things we need
The things you fail to heed
You play a game yet fail to cooperate with the team
And only condone theology that’s “suitable” that you’d deem
Acceptable. My Jesus flipped tables, walked on water,
Called out serpents like you, you liars
He Loved harlots, provided the drinks at parties
And now His reach extends over the seas.
You see the problem isn’t the people, it’s this “churched” culture
This whole thing of which would make my Jesus irate I’m sure.
This whole thing was designed on the foundation of something simple
That goes beyond, steeples, people, and a temple
Goes beyond the capacity that our stupid governments can ever design
Something so simple that it’s intricately divine.
It’s love. We gotta LOVE people, regardless of how they look
Regardless of what they smell like, or what they took
whether they are black or white,
Love. It’s what a good man once called, the good fight.
So if you can put loving God, and people above our Dogma, then you’ll realize what’s so crucial
The same reason God can love you, is that every person is special.
And it’s ok if you lost that detail, it’s alright, this isn’t retail.
But a God so infinite sent His son to die for that person you hate
So never again dare to speak ill of them or their fate.
Look at this mess we’ve made.
Listen I know you’re hurting, But you can’t do this on your own
There’s a way to do this, a way maybe you weren’t shown.
But you can’t continue to do this half way, it will only bring death
And where there is death there will always be death. So stop this you wretch!
Unity! Revival! Life! These are the things we need
The things you fail to heed
You play a game yet fail to cooperate with the team
And only condone theology that’s “suitable” that you’d deem
Acceptable. My Jesus flipped tables, walked on water,
Called out serpents like you, you liars
He Loved harlots, provided the drinks at parties
And now His reach extends over the seas.
You see the problem isn’t the people, it’s this “churched” culture
This whole thing of which would make my Jesus irate I’m sure.
This whole thing was designed on the foundation of something simple
That goes beyond, steeples, people, and a temple
Goes beyond the capacity that our stupid governments can ever design
Something so simple that it’s intricately divine.
It’s love. We gotta LOVE people, regardless of how they look
Regardless of what they smell like, or what they took
whether they are black or white,
Love. It’s what a good man once called, the good fight.
So if you can put loving God, and people above our Dogma, then you’ll realize what’s so crucial
The same reason God can love you, is that every person is special.
And it’s ok if you lost that detail, it’s alright, this isn’t retail.
But a God so infinite sent His son to die for that person you hate
So never again dare to speak ill of them or their fate.
