Puppet Kingdom
I live in a kingdom that’s out of control;
in an elliptical orbit around the sun;
the universe is a metaphor of the soul;
reality is a consciousness; become.
This is a kingdom; created out of light;
an illusion of heaven’s perfection;
thoughts converted to sounds and sight;
a holographic realm of rejection.
This is the kingdom were demons reign;
ruled by rich, and corrupt kings;
the place where the angels once came;
now; only the birds have wings.
We are puppets; of the puppet Master;
dancing to the tug on our strings;
our obedience only leads to disaster;
haplessly following evil kings.
Where demons go; we choose to follow;
few ever dare intercede;
in the filth of sin; many of us wallow;
we are the prodigal seed.
We, who were made out of flesh and bone;
compromised our faith out of pride;
sins; for which, only God could atone;
and, on Calvary’s cross; he died.
The puppet kingdom is due for destruction;
with its season of evil, sin and desire;
within this realm of sin and corruption;
its puppet strings will melt in the fire.
Monty 12.9.25. # 3,101