top of page
Search

Fools Running Wild

I think of those fools running wild, No guidance, like a motherless child, Those who the truth love to contort And justify those babies to abort. Foul are their ways all of their days Serving their own pleasure always. But a reckoning will swiftly come And their rhetoric will look real dumb When they babble before the Judge Who will not their punishment budge. Yeah, He’ll put them away for good And to repent they might wish they could, But all the pleading will be done; Yeah, there’ll be no where to run! He’ll smoke their asses forever; Won’t find that relief, no never.

1022 on 30 June, 2021

Recent Posts

See All
The Buffoonery of Karl Marx

Karl Marx declared: “The more of himself man attributes to God, the less he has left in himself.” And one might expect such a musing from a zealous anti-Christ: someone who rejects the revelation of G

 
 
 
Supportin’ That Radio

“You know I need your money, honey You know I got to have it right now! Got to pay my bills to give you those thrills Puttin’ music on the radio. I know I talk a little too muchBut for some folks I’m

 
 
 
Where Wisdom and Religion are Joined

Where, then, is wisdom joined with religion? There, indeed, where the one God is worshiped, where life and every action is referred to one source, and to one supreme authority: in short, the teachers

 
 
 

Comments

© 2025 by Michael Bray. Powered and secured by Wix

bottom of page