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Friday, January 27, 2012

"Piece" Sells...

as it is written:
  “None is righteous, no, not one;
  no one understands;
  no one seeks for God.
 All have turned aside; together they have become worthless;
  no one does good,
  not even one.”
 “Their throat is an open grave;
  they use their tongues to deceive.”
 “The venom of asps is under their lips.”
  “Their mouth is full of curses and bitterness.”
 “Their feet are swift to shed blood;
  in their paths are ruin and misery,
 and the way of peace they have not known.”
  “There is no fear of God before their eyes.”
  Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may be held accountable to God. For by works of the law no human being will be justified in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin.
(Romans 3:10-20 ESV)

 We taste death every time that we draw a breath
And it don’t any get better
No matter how many years we have left
On this planet, we inhabit to wreak havoc for generations to come
We live by the sword, and we die by the gun

The type to shoot first, no asking
I just reload when I’m finished
Watch the light leave your eyes, then turn and ask your wife,
“Hey babe, what’s for dinner?”
Because if I’m not carvin’, I’m starvin’;
You bet your life that I can eat for days
For me, Valhalla is always rising
And my left eye’s looking crazy

Just like bulls on parade
We rally with a pocket full of shells
Doing what’s right in our own eyes
And you know we love to give ‘em hell
So, I’m not buying in to what you’re saying
Because in the end, “piece” sells
Profit margins increasing every year
While filling up school lockers like prison cells

Click goes the hammer, clank goes the slammer
But that homeboy had new Jordans
And Gilbert Arenas was the answer
Because I’m a pro when it comes to this
Catch him slippin’ in the lunch line
Bullet wizardry, a masterpiece
My own private Columbine

So now I stand before the Judge
No period to my sentence
A life of run-on pain
Like I was Prefontaine (minus the finish)
Lines drawn in the sand
Crossed every time without repentance
Treated darkness like a friend
Only to find it to be the very bane of my existence
Pushed life to the limits
Until death started pushing me back
Now it’s too late for a plea…

Sin is still whack.

 What causes quarrels and what causes fights among you? Is it not this, that your passions are at war within you? You desire and do not have, so you murder. You covet and cannot obtain, so you fight and quarrel. You do not have, because you do not ask. You ask and do not receive, because you ask wrongly, to spend it on your passions.
(James 4:1-3 ESV)

Soli Deo Gloria,

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