100% Proof

by Ken Pullen

Holy Scriptures from the KJV are in Italics 

Woe unto them who

call evil,

good,

and good,

evil;

who put darkness for light,

and light for darkness;

who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

Evil waits impatiently at the bar

where the masses gather

day and night

ignoring truth

kept far from their blurred sight

bartenders tending

to all

refusing to see

refusing to hear “last call!”

apostasy

apostasy

apostasy

delusion

illusion

infusion of lies

woven into their attracting wardrobes

as far as the eye can see

stripped of their two-dimensional

fleeting covering

evil always

always

always

around

within

near them

hovering

apostasy wrapped around this world

like an equator

illusion

banal pathetic excuse laden

thick

delusion

abounds

the sound found

’round and ’round

while the eyes of every I

refuses to see

For the time will come

when they will not endure

sound doctrine

but,

after their own lusts,

shall they heap to themselves teachers,

having itching ears;

and they shall

turn away

their ears from the truth, and shall be turned

unto fables.

None calleth for justice,

nor any pleadeth for truth;

they trust in vanity,

and speak lies;

they conceive mischief, and bring forth iniquity.

And justice is turned away

backward,

and righteousness standeth afar off;

for truth is fallen in the street,

and equity cannot enter.

Thy Word O Lord

they continually refuse the truth of Thee

Increasing din

rising sin

dim the lights

dim the view

dim the minds

and spirits too

the bar grows ever crowded

in darkened shroud

huddled

arrogant

boisterous

evil no longer shrouded within the growing crowd

each patron has their favorite drink to quell

their constant thirst

never sated

they guzzle, spill, seeking perpetual thrill

while their evil drunkenness only makes them more ill

beverage of choice

keeping them in the dark

all have their favorites

be it drink

or bartender

from Jack, their shot of minister

an ever smiling wolf

who lives to slaughter ignorant sleeping sheep

in their walking while lacking discernment sleep

all raising a glass in unison

trained

imitators

constant refrain

the professed claiming they are on the same team

celebrating

they are not what they seem

gathered close around separate tables along walls in the bar

appearances are deceiving

they make sure of that

they may come in wearing a slightly different hat

use a different weighted bat

but the truth

in truth

they have left

striking out

not up to finishing every inning

they merely mouthed

“I believe” at the beginning

convinced once-and-done

would score them runs

win the game

And thou shalt grope at noonday,

as the blind gropeth in darkness,

and thou shalt not prosper

in thy ways;

and thou shalt be only oppressed

and spoiled evermore,

and no man shall save thee.

I

also

will choose their delusions,

and will bring their fears upon them,

because when I called,

none did answer;

when I spoke,

they did not hear;

but they did evil before mine eyes,

and chose that in which

I

delighted not.

And they shall look

unto the earth,

and behold trouble

and darkness,

dimness of anguish;

and they shall be driven to darkness.

O Lord instruct convict them of their shame!

All mingle

cluster

amble about

the evil owner

his grin

widening

with every sin

drunk on lies patron falling down

more and more

entering

while the truth they are leaving

so many entering the bar

malnourished

dying, dead, ahhh, remember…

those appearances are deceiving

for they appear alive and vital

yet

if

they

should

ingest

any truth along the way

they puke it up and out

heaving

upon the stench soaked into the floorboards from all patrons past

for their spirit guiding them

their favorite bartender

delusion

illusion

lender

keeps them in constant confusion

finding truth

such an intrusion

This team of players

truth slayers

Slewfoot’s obeyers

all playing their part

committing error upon error

while in drunkenness claiming victory

hoisting their frothy brew

their shot of burning lies

prematurely

for as Yogi Berra even said,

“It ain’t over till it’s over”

yet

in drunken power

they continue to weave

and fall

cramming the bar

demanding more, more, more

guzzling down the lies

keeping the veil of darkness over their blank dying eyes

more souls spilled upon the bar

for the drunkenness of evil

truly is never far

off

they scoff

defile

blaspheme

defame

taking His name in vain

while elevating their name

perching the evil owner of the bar on their shoulders

shouting in mass frenzy

so nothing can truly be heard

they lift themselves

the evil owner

their rancid brews

above the One

the Son

Run to and fro

through the streets of Jerusalem,

and see now,

and know,

and seek its broad places,

if ye can find a man,

if there be any that executeth justice,

that seeketh the truth…

But thou shalt say unto them,

This is a nation that obeyeth not the voice of the Lord,

their God,

nor receiveth correction;

truth is prished,

and is cut off from their mouth.

And they will deceive

every one his neighbor,

and will not speak the truth;

they have taught their tongue

to speak lies,

and weary themselves

to commit iniquity.

“I’ll take another delusion on the rocks!”

they bellow

from the pews

something said near them

they can’t retain

why should they, it’s almost always the same dead refrain

sitting near widescreens

hypnotized by what passes

for news

in classrooms

at work

all their days

as the darkest of night

all their passing gadgets

toys

ploys

noise

momentarily to amuse

while an ounce of truth poured into them they always refuse…

I,

the Lord,

have said,

I will surely do it unto

all this evil congregation,

who are gathered together

against me:

in this wilderness they shall be consumed,

and there they shall die.

Thine own wickedness shall correct thee,

and they backslidings shall reprove thee;

know,

therefore,

and see

that it is an evil thing

and bitter,

that thou hast forsaken the Lord,

thy God,

and that my fear

is not in thee,

saith the Lord God of hosts.

I have hated the congregation

of evildoers,

and will not sit with the wicked.

If

we say

that we have fellowship with Him,

and walk in darkness,

we lie,

and do not the truth;

But if we walk in the Light,

as He is the Light,

we have fellowship

one with another,

and the blood of Jesus Christ,

His Son,

cleanseth us from all sin.

Who is among you

that feareth the Lord,

that obeyeth the voice of his servant,

that walketh in darkness,

and hath no light?

Let him

trust in the name of the Lord,

and stay upon his God.