The Bitter Pill

>>> A Part of Seven years will he, remember that he could have been Free <<<

The Bitter Pill
By Arley Steinhour 033117

Each day of our lives,
We should fly our Flag,
But, only at the Half-Mast,
As a prayer to keep Nation alive.

No matter how, people strives,
Somehow we seem to Lag,
Pride gone from Times of Past.
That, today, Patriotism doesn’t Thrive.

Our History, isn’t taught any more,
But the Faith of the Haters, mandated,
To learn the Sinful ways of ‘The Satan,’
That, God, be Removed, from our Eyes.

Insanity reigns, from Shore to Shore,
As if, our Brains, have become Constipated,
In lieu of being, Wolfishly, Cosmopolitan,
Full of Intrigue, through National Spies.

Soon, comes the day, ‘We disappear,’
The reasoning, be that, ’We be taken,
By Aliens coming. to remove the Evil,
So, man can get-on with Scientific Stay.’

In Hatred, of our Godliness, Smear,
Telling the Masses, we’ve ‘been Forsaken,
By God, that there will be no Retrieval.’
And that the (Beast) is the only WAY.

Them, Left Behind, will Cry, and Moan,
They’ll wonder, on the God, who’d Kill,
‘Accepting, Beast’s False Promise, as Messiah,
Plus, Taking the Mark,’ proves, ‘The Bitter Pill.’

‘Miss the Mark,’ Don’t be ‘Left Alone,’
Seven Years, in the Dark, Time to Distill,
Jesus is Waiting, on Non-Heavenly Pariah,
Lost, or Found, Reborn, to His Will.

AMEN