You are so pitiful
the way you conduct yourself

You come at me as a coward
and yet arrogant
though strength was on the shelf

Did you really think
that you could outwit me?

Did you really think
that a fool is what I would make myself out to be?

You are lost in the wisdom and knowledge of your own conceits
You are an adulteress
a murderer
a fornicator
selfish
proud
immoral
whore, harlot, prostitute and more

Your husband is the same
and what is so humiliatingly full of shame
is how he himself lacks the power
to be able to guide you into life

For by and through, and with and for your own haughtiness
you have gained only the burning bosom
of being pimps
offering yourselves up
in the nakedness of fakers' beds

I sit here and mock
from my shining abode
at the defiled mess you have become

My door is sure and steady
and it is through election that I have come

Someone up there tends to think highly of me
having created me for His purpose
meaning the fullness of what is truly keen

He has sent me
and given me the power to do as We please

proclaiming the acceptable year of the LORD
and the day of vengeance
of which you are included
as one who shall bleed

Fury, indignation, anger, and wrath are within me
burning in my oven
suddenly crackling

Whatever is my pleasure
I do unto you
for I have God's measure
and it is also set up against you

Into the pit which you have dug
you have duly fell
into the snare and trap you laid
your own life has been caught
as you made yourself into a polluted well

I shall boast as I decide with you how to deal
a continual killing
to satisfy myself

Tell me and show me your boasts
reveal them
and let them declare themselves
as truth
and let them judge between you both

Your blood shall run
and your flesh rot
your waters are full of waste
and your will has been blotted
as you chose that which was not

Save yourself
and lift up your voice
your prayers will not be heard
and in vanity you are coy

Your own puffed up eyes
can't fathom not being right
had you loved
then you would have eternal peace
and the rivers of life

But you yourselves
even chose what does not satisfy
and have offered unto idols in the cemetery
even as Sodom and Gomorrah exchanging husbands and wives

What was it
that you took from me?
wanting me to lie down on your bed
so that you could measure me

It is I who am lifted up instead
Psalm 109 shall be your inheritance

Though you seek to make me jealous
it is only your own lives
of which shall be darkly possessed

Unable to submit
in the grandeur of love
separating to join together
heightened in your own isolated snuff
coming together
to partake in cheating's lust
your intents, and thoughts
are as debased and wicked
as your own rust
you are united in Satan's touch
But I am from above