This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO



What Jesus had against the church of Thyatira was that "You suffer that woman Jezebel, which calls herself a prophetess, to teach and to seduce my servants to commit fornication and to eat things sacrificed unto idols. And I gave her space to repent of her fornication and she repented not. Behold, I will cast her into a bed, and them that commit adultery with her into great tribulation, except they repent of their deeds."

Jezebel is a figurative and spiritual name for us. The Thyratiran church continues to this day and the Jezebel spirit manifests herself in the church and reaches to the highest pinnacles of government. The prophecy of the tribulation is in these last days and includes the greater part of Christendom that has allowed idolatry and the Jezebel spirit to flourish in the church and subsequently into all areas of society. Without an attitude of holiness, grace turns into licentiousness.
Jezebel by Jay Atkinson



Under our blue sky
Swims a curious thing;
A monster soon born.

With their rifles aimed within
They clack their hate filled teeth
And with dreams shadowed in sin
Let fly self-righteous speech!

Airwaves wrangle of the unborn object;
“Who’s to blame?”
“It will be an evil thing!”
“Born of Lucifer!”
“God will punish this nation!”

The two women, heavy-eyed,
(And cause of all this turmoil),
Wait for life to mount and come forth
With small hands and soul.

Proud and smiling- “They should be ashamed!”
“It will carry curses in the midst of saints!”

Buckled exactness shaped like pain
With its tiny hands-
“Stirring our waters into a rotting lake!”

O! God! God! Goddamn them!
Under our blue sky swims a curious thing;
A monster soon born!

People living backward will not stand for this!
They have plans for earth!
For our life!
For eternity!
O! A fine thing; their living!
A fine thing; their death!

“Stone these women!”
“Cut off their probing hands!”
“These Jezebels of gloom
Shall not bring a life here!”

Under our blue sky swims a curious thing,
Whirling, godforsaken, over a battling world!

In this time of war
We should welcome life…
Not condemn it!
And the cold faces of Christ need melt
And their hearts made softer
And their rifles
(Poised to murder, aimed)

And for flowers exchanged.

Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman

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