Sermon on the Tower

by batteredslave 4 Replies latest jw friends

  • batteredslave
    batteredslave

    "Sermon On The Tower"
    By The Battered Slave
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    Happy are all of you heartless serial pedophiles
    For the police will never reach your disgusting files
    Wholeheartedly you will praise the childless leaders
    For the innocent victims will upset those policy makers
    Elders are told not to touch your past of law braving
    They won't know that fondling toddlers is your craving
    The choking cries of defenseless youngsters in agony
    Soothe your filthy soul as the melody of a symphony
    You will not shiver although they know you by name
    You will be staring at them as they'll shrink in shame
    Witnesses who don't show up will put you out of reach
    The infant's nightmares will be your license to teach
    Kids left for dead in the weak arms of tearful mothers
    Will see you on platforms with a gospel for all brothers
    Truly I say to you, you will be going from door to door
    Making a show of goodness covering a rotten core
    You will prove to be one of the criminals most wanted
    Yet you will be a saint by the license you are granted
    Your eyes will glow when a smiling child comes out
    That might be a little lamb, which you'll dream about
    Your lips will deploy a smile as perfect as a myth
    Bad wolf exposing the fang he plays and kills with

    Woe to all the unaware pregnant and nursing women
    You will be forced to deny the tears of your children
    Truly I say to you, the very fruits of your own womb
    Will be quieted as if they were in the heart of a tomb
    The only right you will ever have will be to remain silent
    Your despairing outcries will be perceived as violent
    You'll kiss the feet of the demon hurting your child
    You'll be a slanderer and expelled for not being mild

    Happy are all of you hypocrite drunken wife beaters
    For your breath and fists surely will trick all the elders
    From calling the cops, your wife will be discouraged
    She will smile with a heart broken and a soul outraged

    Happy are you extremely confused Bulgarian brother
    For technically, your transfusion should not be a bother
    Under oath your leaders declared freedom for your soul
    But beware, the cost of your freedom will be a heavy toll
    This silent windstorm blowing across the Atlantic Ocean
    Will by no means bring the mixed gospel to another nation

    Happy are those signing their own death sentence
    For their blinded conscience will find no true balance
    They'll gladly embrace suicide in the name of loyalty
    Their sinful negligence will get the blessing of royalty

    Happy are those welcoming a fresh cut and wet organ
    For now the blood saturated transplant knows no ban
    Blood will be a liquid organ for the wizards of the tower
    In their head, organs are sweet but blood is too sour

    Woe to Paul for not questioning at the market place
    The suspicious meat he bought yesterday left its trace

    Happy are you bethelite eating your burger well done
    Fry your exotic bloodless meat and guilt will be gone
    At the dinner table you will swear you are not sectarian
    Your conscience will be as free as that of a vegetarian
    Woe to the animal kingdom and the villages of the cows
    Your blood will be purified to secure the sacred vows
    Their veins will drink a tub full of blood components
    But two red droplets will be their worst opponents
    "Yes, sighting a mosquito will make you dash like a jet
    But you will embrace the rhino in your arms as a pet"

    Happy are you relaxing in the comfort of your tower
    For your personal welfare is well guarded every hour
    You will travel to international conventions in first class
    You will eat a different meal and drink in a crystal glass
    Luxury will wake you up and dust will be your allergy
    Simultaneously your brothers will experience lethargy

    Happy are you courageous and determined pioneer
    You have to put your life on hold for the end is near
    As a quick reward, they will adore your performance
    They will applaud and glorify you for your importance
    You will be exhibited and worshipped on platforms
    Modesty and humility will vanish from your storms
    Happy are you blowing your trumpets for self display
    For your reward will fall in your hands without delay

    Woe to the disable ones whose share is but a mere token
    By your miserable contribution your heart will be broken
    You will cause your diligent shepherds to be perturbed
    Your call for help will surely cause them to be disturbed

    Woe to Paul and the others for working with their hands
    With sweats they preached the word in various lands
    Happy are you traveling overseers spreading big chills
    You will cruise in your luxurious cars caring for no bills
    You will be an expensive burden on the earth's poorest
    Those who are toiling for pocket change without a rest
    You will certainly evoke the faith of brothers in need
    Put yourselves in their shoes to see where it would lead
    What life throws at brothers in any third world nation
    Would mean for you in the US, the great tribulation

    Woe to you African brother knocking on the golden door
    For food is not for you and your bed is on the cold floor
    Truly I say to you, you will undergo sheer starvation
    While your wealthy siblings will send but a salutation
    You will have to pray hard and hope for a total disaster
    It'll rain some rice and some ragged cloths for the sinister
    They will proclaim that just as themselves they love you
    But their acts of kindness and generosity will be but few

    Happy are you zealous and proud brothers of Mexico
    For cheating Caesar is far better than smoking tobacco
    Truly I say to you, your master will look the other away
    When He sees the awesome statistics that you display
    The inside of the tomb is far less important than its out
    You can always ask the tower's lawyers if ever in doubt
    They will speak for you before the judge of the universe
    They have more insight on every chapter and every verse

    Woe to the brothers of Malawi and the faithful of Africa
    For your life and fate are sealed in corporate America
    Your wife and daughters to be raped in front of your eyes
    You will be proud as if you were beholding the holy prize
    What for every thinking human is crazy and totally odd
    Will be for you the absolute purpose of the Almighty God

    Happy are all those baptized before nineteen thirty five
    For heaven gates will remain open only for you to arrive

    Woe to the great crowd seen in the divine habitation
    For men will pull you down to your own damnation

    Woe to those daring to dream of heavenly eternity
    For you will be expected in the cradle of insanity

    Woe to you for not being a male European American
    For you will not be found fit for the glory of heaven

    Woe to all women and the young ones like Timothy
    For the celestial gatekeepers will not have sympathy

    Woe to all the blacks, the Hispanics and all the Japanese
    For our God picks the European and drops the Chinese
    Truly I say to you, an American king is a better find
    Than all the inhabitants of the whole world combined

    Happy is the slave smart enough to know the return
    For from the discreet one, the Master has much to learn

    Woe to the great Messiah Himself, Jesus the Nazarene
    For failing to see Daniel prophesying nineteen fourteen

    Woe to the Lord for not coming in nineteen seventy five
    In the tower's deep vision, the Lord has failed to dive
    Truly I say to you, only idiots will say they do not know
    Never mind that the greatest man's IQ is way too low

    Happy are those waiting for yet another shining light
    For the math and the calendar don't have to be right
    Truly I say to you, Your light will be a rubber glove
    It will swell to fit a bald eagle and shrink to fit a dove

    Woe to you for refusing to welcome their new dates
    Like the Lord you will be expelled as cursed apostates
    Woe to you for not being always at the Kingdom Hall
    For human judges will say that you have no faith at all

    Woe to the readers using the potential of their brain
    For they will lose their names on top of a mental pain
    When they dare take their fixed eyes off the tower
    They will collapse under the storm of man's power

    Woe to you meeting secretly to reason from the Bible
    Truly I say to you, you'll know hatred and big trouble
    You'll join the rank of the ancient martyrs burned alive
    They shed their skin and blood for the Bible to survive
    Those hurting you now will believe in their heart of stone
    That the zeal for the Lord is burning inside their bone

  • Free2Bme
    Free2Bme

    BS

    It was long and I nearly didn't persevere to the end (scuse the pun) but I am glad I did.
    Great stuff in there.
    Make a fantastic rap.

    Free

  • logical
    logical

    That is excellent. So true, its such a shame that those who claim to be God's people really do live the way you have described above

  • outnfree
    outnfree

    Battered Slave,

    Welcome to the Board.

    I hope that you do not find yourself in too much personal sorrow. I worry because of your name and the hurt that cries out to me from your poetry.

    If is clear from your poem that your rose-colored glasses are off and that you have empathized with the pain of those having left "the Tower" for various and many good reasons.

    It is nice to have you here.
    I look forward to reading many more of your contributions.

    outnfree

  • batteredslave
    batteredslave

    Thank you for reading. The truth will come out one way of the other. No one can hide it forever. Love is the light and the way to true happiness. Unfortunately, men have forgotten that we should be members of one spiritual body.

    Love,

    Battered slave.

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