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In the beginning, God carved the void
With breath and blaze—no tongue employed.
He thundered seven times, decreed—
And all the stars fell into speed.
Day One: Light split the shadows wide.
Day Two: The heavens turned and cried.
Day Three: He dressed the earth in green.
Day Four: Set clocks of flame unseen.
Day Five: The monsters stirred the deep.
Day Six: From dust and ache, He’d weep.
Day Seven: Rest—but not release.
He watched man trade His grace for grease.
We crowned ourselves on stolen stone,
Pierced the soil, made blood our throne.
Turned prophets into midnight jest,
Sold truth for gold, and burned the rest.
Seven days He gave the land,
Seven sins defiled His hand.
Now seven judgments cloud the sky—
Creation groans, and justice flies.
For as it breathed that first bright breath,
So shall it fall—in hallowed death.
Creation was not promise, friend—
It was the trial. This is the end.
Amen.
First Judgment – The Tongue of Lies
You spoke of peace with a serpent’s hiss,
Signed drone-strike deaths with a prayer and kiss.
You said “let freedom proudly ring”—
But I only heard the chain’s cold cling.
You sold the Word like a stock exchange,
Bent holy writ to fit your range.
Each syllable was dressed in shame,
While justice choked beneath your name.
You twisted laws with forked-tongue skill,
And called it “order” as you killed.
Truth was tortured beneath your eye—
Woe to the liar who sits on high.
— Isaiah 5:20
Second Judgment – Baptized in Fire
You lit the skies and called it pride,
While a thousand mothers knelt and died.
You scorched Iran in holy flame,
Then swept the ash and ducked the blame.
You wrapped your wrath in a flag’s embrace,
Then kissed the cross on a burning base.
You sermonized through a cockpit glass,
While angels wept for what would pass.
You call it defense, but Heaven knows—
Hell keeps the footage of all your blows.
You preach of Christ while bombs aspire—
Woe to the priest of guided fire.
— Nahum 1:2
Third Judgment – Blood in the Wells
There’s no water—just cries and mud,
While oilmen toast to children’s blood.
You poisoned hope, then swore it pure,
And blamed the dead on some obscure.
You turned each faucet into sin,
While lobbyists rubbed oil on skin.
Fields went dry, but stocks went high—
As babies screamed and rivers died.
The land you stripped will never yield
What you devoured from every field.
You fed your greed, let justice bleed—
Woe to the kings who baptize greed.
— Jeremiah 3:2–3
Fourth Judgment – Rust and Scrolls
Now comes the beast with a scroll of dust,
Its wheels are war, its joints are rust.
You bombed His house, then bowed inside—
A gospel wrapped in genocide.
You prayed in ruins your missiles made,
While incense mixed with hand grenade.
You anointed war, called it divine,
But bloodstains soak your holy wine.
You forged communion from civilian bone—
And made God’s temple your combat zone.
Your hymns collapse beneath your cloth—
Woe to the warlords in sacred froth.
— Isaiah 1:22–23
Fifth Judgment – Silence of the