Singular Multiplied Confusion



Singular Multiplied Confusion
Ken Pullen  –  copyright 2011
Scripture appears in Italics from the King James Version


Songwriter sang
“All the lonely people
where do they come from
all the lonely people
where do they belong?”
in the throng
to themselves like some mad person
living with invisible friends
screaming of peace
oxymoron morons
oblivious of all that came before
all that is now
living here
mindless somehow
discontent is festering
like an ignored chancre
standing in place
going backwards
while they scurry about
each claiming they know
they know
they know
only they truly know
while living most moments
of their life in doubt
in utter hidden fear
always within a micron of their surface
ready to enter into complete
should that fear come near


Behold, I come quickly:
blessed is he that keepeth the sayings
of the prophecy
of this book


of pain
a world filled with
singular multiplied confusion
seeking the incorrect gain
all thinking they know
while they search restless for the answer
few know where to go
to find peace
belonging of a kind found in solitary bond with the only One
most living for show
keeping bodies on the go
so their minds can never catch
up to a thought


And I John saw these things,
and heard them,
And when I had heard and seen,
I fell down to worship
before the feet of the angel
which shewed me these things


worshipping falsely what they hold true
worshipping wrongly
idol all the day and night long is their death song


Then saith he unto me,
See thou doest it not:
for I am thy fellowservant,
and of thy brethren
the prophets,
and of them which keep the sayings of this book:
worship God


Worship God!
Woe why won’t we turn round
hear the sound
see the sight
smell the stench,
turn round,
turn round and from our evil ways,
turn round to worship God!


Figuring if they imitate
just keep busy
talking within their heads to self


“I know I’m good
I know I’m good
I know I’m good
I think I am and that I do the things I should!”


like some silly song inside a children’s book


“It’ll all be all right
it’ll all be all right
because I’m good because I’m good
the world tells me so I do the things I should…
and, after all,
I never killed anyone, right?
So I must be good in my own sight!”


And he saith unto me,
Seal not the sayings
of the prophecy
of this book:
for the time is at hand.


Denying their fate
realizing if only once
far too late
they may not have committed murder
but The One
gave His life so they, every sinner might live
if they would only turn to Him,
follow Him,
believe upon Him,
make Him Lord of their life


He that is unjust,
let him be unjust still:
and he which is filthy,
let him be filthy still:
and he that is righteous,
let him be righteous still:
and he that is holy,
let him be holy still.
I come quickly; 
and my reward is with me,
to give every man
according to his work shall be.


Living by the standards
words of man
bring death
only in submission
willing to discard self
becoming a willing servant
in the living verse
if only willing to give
sacrifice self
can one then truly live a real life


I am Alpha and Omega,
the beginning
and the end,
the first
and the last.
Blessed are they that do His commandments,
that they may have right
to the tree of life,
and may enter in
through the gates of the city.


Singular multiplied confusion
of the throng
needing to belong
all chanting the wrong song
singing of self
refrain upon refrain
sound bite upon sound bite
continually failing to get it right
since they build what they do
upon a lie
well rehearsed
passed down through the ages
singular multiplied confusion
growing choking darkness
blotting out the Light
from their sight
until their flesh which means the least

proceeds slowly in a hearse

couldn’t slip a sliver
of truth
between them 
packed together in isolation
wrapped little spheres
carrying all those fears
steady diet
of fatted golden calf
bowing to the lie
every day
until they die
all so crammed
all so alone in isolation chambers
while even packed upon a city street
the blankness of an entire nation


O, so many words
nothing but words
like hollow spores
dead seed
as anything they plant
if it takes root
out comes just another weed
causing more spirits to unnecessarily bleed
looking for answers
asking the wrong questions
seeking direction
to become further lost
plotting the wrong course
serving the wrong powerful force


For without are dogs, and sorcerers,
and whoremongers,
and murderers,
and idolaters,
and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie.
I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify
unto you
these things in the churches.
I am the root and the offspring of David,
and the bright morning star.


Singular multiplied mass confusion
walking in darkness
going to and fro
where it is
they may need to be
they never pause
to see
wait thus sealing their fate
all realizing one day
a moment too late
go, go, go
refusing to see
paying no heed
of the seed which they sow


singular multiplied confusion


trying this that and the next thing
soles on their shoes worn thin
what they truly know
could be engraved
in the head of a pin
souls within the moving shells lost
no idea where they should begin
while the match to strike
to create a flame
resides within every heart
crowds of lonely people
endless sea
as far as the blind eyes can see
shells in which confusion reigns
looking everywhere under the sun
for the answer
except to the Son
the Only One


singular multiplied confusion


drinking their favorite beverage
looking to their favorite lies of leverage
the lies on the rocks infusion
three parts bitters
three parts delusion
three parts oblivion
their spirits towards the Truth never stirred
fill to the top
with their liquid dry dead lies
feeling false instant relief (adding to their grief)
added confusion
to the mix, ah the worldly infusion!


Tell me again
mister, please
about people now being smarter than before
because it seems to me
all the people
are still always looking behind the wrong door
just as they did before
and before
and before
and before
nothing changes
over time
its only an illusion
that it does
things change
becoming more deadly
larger smaller
shorter taller
yet all the same
as it was
in the very first frame
of time
multiplied by the deception
multiplied in singular multiplied confusion
evil in constant conception
society lying
telling people all that matters
is perception
thus giving alibi for their rejection
of Truth
real knowledge
wisdom knowing their purpose
I ask
can you answer
if its getting so much better
if people are so much smarter
than answer me this mister, please
why is it
people now can’t drive around
their own home town
without their dashboard telling them where to go


GPS required
or the obliviots
won’t know where to go
directed by their other robots
mere machines
that just happen to bleed
covering this earth
the excrement of so much sin
the most prolific choking weed
falling backwards
while in their house of mirrors
providing their distorted view
making image reality
nothing but
banality upon banality
times three
to the power they serve tenfold daily
to their fingers texting vexing
like an old reel to reel
the masses of confused
disturbed lost voices squeal
seeking always
never finding
thinking they are so enlightened
oblivious idiots, obliviots, the switch is merely stuck rewinding
instead of senses heightened
oblivion sets in
for all the time seeking answers
end result just exponential multiplication of sin
all the busy journeys
as none seem to know where to begin
crammed into the loneliness within
their hearts attacking
their spirits sorely lacking
the truth sits beautiful, peaceful
before them
like a lake brimming with life
a beautiful place
washing away all strife
where truth cuts
the best
removing painlessly the cancer
they carry within growing
malignant spirits
tuberous souls
boils and sores seeping blisters festering upon their mind
preferring instead of the Living Waters
of the most beautiful lake of life imaginable
a lake of FIRE! they shall be plunged in!
all the while still refusing there is such a thing as


I know


I see this kind
most sorely
but all they do is begin attacking
as if psychotic
not seeing the peaceful
life saving Living Waters of truth before them
bright lights of the city
all the darkness
where lies lie
within the souls of the inhabitants
isn’t it a pity
since it’s all so truly simple
yet in this age
as this world is living on its last page
where philosophy, ideology
while professing enlightenment
truly keeps people unable to see
kept, held as slaves in utter spreading
there is a way
a real light
there is a light
a real way
there is a truth
a real truth
as only truth is 
The Way
The Light
The Truth
Jesus Christ the Lord, the Son of the Living God!
there is a path
for every
thrashing within the net
of this multiplied confusion
world filled with illusion
the purpose of our purpose
the meaning of life
always sought
never found
wasting so many lives
building such
singular multiplied confusion
masses making constant passes
within a step of the truth
blankly, quickly
collar turned up
eyes turned down
in every town
they pass by
the same way every day
until they finally die
empty shell
destined for hell
in the end what have you wrought
keeping busy
living a lie
afraid others will catch on
yes, all the lonely people
they come from other lonely people
where do they all belong
on their knees honoring, worshipping
the One True Living God and the Son!
continue in the dying throng
could they sing a new song
discover that which they seek
the meaning of this life
I can reveal it to one and all right now
that which the sages
have searched through the ages
no trek upon burro
up cold mountain slope
the purpose of every man
every woman
is to worship our Creator
tis’ the true meaning, very essence of life
 allow your life to be saved
 truly elevate, aspire, go higher and higher
beyond perception
to a realm others claim
they can deliver
while charging and arm and leg for
their deadly package of lies
now available on convenient live streaming
just more electronic fat!
The meaning of life is to submit
ahh, there’s the rub
in these modern times
of I am woman hear me roar
peace, love, and harmony man
I’ve got rights
I am the center of the universe
I don’t submit to anyone
from where you view
the answer many not be received by you
for in speaking of serving
makes most merely stew
yell out a profanity
for all their insanity


singular multiplied confusion


the world comes together
like birds of a deadly soaked in crude oil feather
wallowing in delusion
daily illusion


And the Spirit
of the bride say,
And let him that heareth say,
And let him that is athirst
And whosoever will,
let him take of the water freely.
Him  who testifieth these things saith,
“Surely, I come quickly.”
Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

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