Knowledge

A Poem by Apollos

If you Woke then wake up.

I’m just trying become this Word so my soul can die.
I detest demeaning the Lord of Most High.
Temptation can be fleeting yet here am I looking into every word I’m reading.
Feed this fat pig, time to get puffed up.

Rather be leading than being a zero who wants to get ruffed up.
We ain’t got no problem with having the denero but why can’t we see that knowledge is the solution to the illusion?
My people perish for lack of vision.
Zeal without knowledge is not good living.

When the devil flees he comes back at the opportune timing.
Chiming about how your identity is not shining.
Not hiding your criminal record.
Addressing the court saying “ya shoulda done better...

Ya could have been more clever.
Ya wore the wrong sweater.
Ya been eating like a heifer.
Ya corny...

Snoring because your life’s ambitions are boring.
Always adoring the wrong desire that became your latest misuse of power.
Not your hour.

Caught up in the moment.
You can’t distinguish sweet from sour.
Another Matt Lauer.
Trap your soul and then take a cold shower.”

But it is written,
The Spirit of The Lord is on me.
Anointed for the poor to be fond of me.
Who cares what kind of economy?
I’ll preach to Sodom cause you can’t bother me.

Yet I’ll discern the pearls to swine.
I have tightened up this mind.
I will give sight to the blind.
I will free those who have been fined.

You can’t claim I am your’s when He is mine.
I searched the data and discovered I Am divine.
Time to proclaim the favor of the Lord’s design.
How can you live this if you don’t read between the lines?