G.O.S.P.E.L. by Propaganda

It's the full story of life crushed into four minutes
The entirety of humanity in the palm of your hand crushed into one sentence
Listen its intense, right?
G - GOD | O - OUR | S - SINS | P - PAYING | E -- EVERYONE | L -- LIFE
The greatest story ever told that's hardly ever told...GOD
Yes, GOD
The maker and giver of life and by life I mean any and all matter and substance
Seen and unseen, what can and can't be touched
Thoughts, Image, Emotions
Love, Atoms and Oceans
GOD
All of it is handiwork, one of which is master piece made so uniquely that angels looked curiously
The one thing in creation that was made with His imagery the concept so cold, it's the reason I stay bold.
How God breathed in the man and he became a living soul
Formed with the intent of being infinitely, intimately, fond
Creator and creation held in eternal bond
And it was placed in perfect paradise 'til something went wrong
The species got deceived and started lusting for His job
An odd list of complaints as if the system ain't working
and use that same breath He graciously gave us to curse Him
and that sin seed spread through our souls genome
and by nature, your nature, your species you participated in a mutiny
Our, yes our sins
It's nature inherited, black in the human heart it was over before it started
Deceived from day one and led away by our own lust
There's not a religion in this whole world that doesn't agree there's something wrong with us
The question is, What is it?
How do we fix it?
Are we eternally separated from a God that may or may not have existed
But that's another subject
Let's keep grindin' besides tryin' to prove God is like defending a lion, homey
It don't need your help
Just unlock the cage
Let's move on, on how our debt can be paid
Short and sweet...
The problem is sin
Yes, sin
It's a cancer, an asthma choking out our life force, forcing separation
From a perfect and Holy God and the only way to get back is to get back to perfection, but silly us
Trying to pass the course of life without referring to a syllabus
This is us
Keep up the good deeds
Chant, pray, meditate
But all of that of course is like spraying cologne on a corpse
Or you can choose to ignore it as if something don't stink
It's like stepping in dog poop and refusing to wipe your shoe, but all that ends with
How good is good enough
Take your silly list of good deeds and line them up against perfection, good luck
That's life past your pay grade
The cost of your soul, you ain't got a big enough piggy bank
But you can give it a shot
But I suggest you throw away that list
Because even your good acts are an extension of your selfishness
But here's where it gets interesting
I hope you're closely listening, please don't get it twisted
It's what makes our faith unique
Here's what God says that's part A of the Gospel
You can't fix yourself, quit tryin' it's impossible
Sin brings death
Give God His breath back, you owe Him
Eternally separated and the only way to fix it, is someone dying in your place and that someone's got to be perfect or the payment ain't permanent
So, if and when you find a perfect person, get him or her to willingly trade their perfection for your sin and death in.
Clearly since the only one that can meet God's criteria is God, God sent himself as Jesus to pay the cost for us
His righteousness, His death functions as payment
Yes, payment
Wrote a check with His life but at His resurrection we all cheered because that means the check cleared
Pierced feet, pierced hands, blood stained son of man
Fullness, forgiveness, free passage into the promised land
That same breath that God breathed into us, God gave up to redeem us
And anyone and everyone, and by everyone I mean everyone who puts their faith and trust in Him and Him alone can stand in full confidence of God's forgiveness
And here is what the promise is
That you are guaranteed full access to return to perfect unity
By simply believing in Christ and Christ alone
You are receiving life
Yes, LIFE
This is the gospel
G - GOD | O - OUR | S - SINS | P - PAYING | E -- EVERYONE | L -- LIFE

Setting a New Goal

I'm setting a new goal for myself. To write at least 1 poem each month. I really want to write more and perform what I have to say and have on my mind. So I'm setting this goal to try and help myself write more often.

So we make it our goal to please Him, whether we are at home in the body or away from it. 2nd Corinthians 5:9


- Silent Siege

All I See is Red by Alert

V. 1
Dear God,
All I see is Red Rum
Murder on our back lawns
Black King Kongs with
Black pistols painting Teflons
Shooting with a red ink
and a vengeance
Blood Hounds
Hunting through the slums
with a gold badge and a fire arm
Similar to Saigon
Worldwide, Gun Fire
Big Shoulder City neck deep into a bonfire
Popo's picking up more bodies than the Red line
Shining like an albino's eyes,
Our bloody crimes,
Blood rhymes
spitting through these rap icons
from the streets to the opium farms
of radical Islam
while young bloods
sent to the slaughter in a surplus
And politics' a bloody mess
'Cuz All I hear is "Pay Us"
with Big Brother blue eyes
watching over every fence
cameras on the corners
like a red communist
Blood boiling,
Red Cobra coiling,
Watch for the poison!
The end times are red
like a fire burning.

Chorus: All I see is Red (4x)

v.2
Masses hyped off that Red Bull
like the bull and the hype that we read in the Red Eye
America in lust we trust for violence
just like bloody Rome, but in Modern times
Teeth Red, Vampires
Blood thirsty hits
get the big dimes
and blood hungry blockbusters
satisfy desire for our bloody minds
like diamonds in Uganda
Bloody mines
and headlines written in black
should transcribe to a red font
"cuz the glorify crimes and get the stock
Case in point: Hip Hop
Born from the body rock
but now promoting body counts
in large amounts, sounding out
Brainwashing shorties on their ipods
Red and Bach
popping every seed when its red and hot
You know its popping season when the temps are hot
and blood and coolaide
are poured out on the same blocks
but mankind's more concerned with
Red Stock, Red Wine,
and Red Bras
Red like a stop sign
Drive By
Pop
And All I see is black hearts

Chorus: All I see is Red (4x)

Bridge:
Come, see our bloody streets so red
The evilness outside so grave
So red
But Lord, you know our souls are filthy
So black
We chosen our own way instead
And made a mess of it all
All that is

v.3
But all I see is martyrdom
Christ's bloody arms
and a prophetic psalm
Mocking Roman guards
and a crown of thorns
Hearing it is done
Metamorphed my vision crimson
from the Risen Son
until I'm dead and gone
My eyes are red imaging
like heat seeking gun
Hope in Resurrection
Gotta run
Praying like Gethsemane
The day has come
and my cup is red suffering
But my path is like a refuge
Running in the red zone for freedom through artillery
Red marks the death of me
But Life be the Christ in me
And guarantee Booga's bloody thirsty for eternity
So I'm perching in the High Tower
shooting sharpened arrows at the enemy
God forbid,
I settle for less than a legacy
because I'm laced in a favored team
Sweat shop laboring
Red Eyed, Wes craving savoring
the bloody gift given
Hope In red letters
It is written
Now all I see is crimson