Nothing to Say

I ask you Lord, what more can I say; 'Perhaps today?'

Nothing to Say
By Arley Steinhour 121515

Ever, so often, I have a day,
When, I feel like I've nothing to say,
That couldn't be farther from the truth,
Than saying I want to pull my tooth.

Oh, I could gripe, about what's going on,
Man killing man, with World Peace gone,
Or the Insanity, that's in full swing,
War raging hot, between pauper and King.

Jihad, motivates, Allah Akbar cry,
So often, so harshly, many will die,
We can't see the heart, nor the thought,
Without uniforms, no one knows good, from not.

Someone walking, up behind you, today,
May be a friend, or, you they will slay,
A knife in the ribs, destroying the heart,
Of Christian or Jew, they've done their part.

Even, if they die, from retaliation,
Their god say's, he honors their oblation,
They'll spend eternity with 'seventy two virgin,'
With which they enjoy, what they may Bourgeon.

Sadly, they don't know the path that they take,
Instead of reward, they will Burn in the Lake,
For God is on High, and suffers them, Not,
They'll not have, what Jew and Christian, have Got.
YAHUSHUAH/JESUS.
AMEN