Thurman P. Woodfork


He bade you be a mercy unto the world,
but what is it you have done?
You’ve murdered and maimed in His Name;
you’ve filled Him with sorrow, my son.

Why have you distorted His words,
made a mockery of His love?
Are you not aware He sees your every
move as He watches from above?

You may mislead your followers
with your cunningly contrived lies,
But you must eventually face His judgment,
and He easily sees through your disguise.

Remember, the fateful day will come
when you stand upon that great plain
with all your worldly sins revealed
as you try to justify the stains

from all the innocent blood you shed
as you spread misery wherever you trod,
and hid behind the blasphemy that
you were doing the bidding of your God.

“The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.”

These words come from a secular book
written by a mortal man called The Bard,
but you’d do well to remember each one;
They’re closer than yours to God’s.