The New Hate

Versed against desire
What words in motion to sate the thirst for fire
Crucifixion before resurrection
The cross is not just an escapists will to survive
Dying to self is the means by which we truly come alive

The lost art of sacrifice
It’s like we’re falling in every way but love
Pulled apart by the divided grips of gravity
Starving and feeding
The scarcity of hope is the feast of our depravity

It’s not a question of the truth Your heart will tell
But the replies of bloodthirsty compatibility or the unrequited hell

Damnation to a dull roar for the promise of wrath that utters to offend
The controversy of divine judgements in denial of the Godsend

Oh gift of this, this death a conduit to resurrect
Bond servants we are, the indentured servitude of cancelled debts

Pioneer hard hearts back to the beaten path
Holiness transcribed by virtue of renewed points of view
Redemption and resurrection in step with obedience in the aftermath
Faith refined through the lens of You

Groaning hopes grate against the friction of hypocrisy
Irritations of routine and traditions of a ritualized lobotomy

Morals relegated to the politics of what the world is yearning to avoid
Unity forged of a liars silence for all that is ignored
Tolerated into ruts of lips out of alignment with our feet
Filing edges down to take the bite off the sword
False peace to keep us quiet for the sake of easy street

The new hate is the rod neglected for the idol of the will to accept
Unified as we endorse the order of this world’s will to excommunicate the truth that they reject

Perverse apologetics of our pleas
Enablers of our sick and twisted mercies

Penances forfeited makes a lie of salvation’s invitation
Pandering to the corrupt with condescension and placation

Enamored by secret sins that blackmail consciences of self infatuation
Cases of unspoken accusation
Subtle whispers of a guilty implication

Sell outs of cowardice bargain souls with lives of liquidation
Auctioning our freedoms through doctrines on the black market of a mortgaged generation

Godlessness of this permeation
Divided ever further, the fractures of a broken nation

Suicide by way of double sided stones
I’m just as guilty of sitting upon self righteous and self indulgent thrones

Harboring truths in vain and trampling true grace
Making currency of our souls in the economy of the will to save our face

Minutes and warning signs away
They’ll never hear us beyond what our actions say
In these last of the last days just how are we supposed to play
In this game we’ve made of war complacency robs power from every word we pray…