and ask for the old paths, where is the good way,
and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.
But they said, We will not walk therein.
Also I set watchmen over you, saying,
Hearken to the sound of the trumpet.
But they said, We will not hearken."
(Jeremiah 6:16-17)
SYNCRETIC INFUSION
Syncretic infusion,
Truth's rapid extrusion,
The deepest delusion,
Is what gives the people delight!
They heap to them leaders:
Determined tare seeders -
Apostasy breeders,
Who love not the day but the night!
The straight gate abhorring,
The wide way adoring,
The bride is out whoring:
The world's both her lover and friend!
The salt's lost its savour,
Its power to flavour,
Its worth does it waiver:
To uselessness does it descend!
With prideful rejection
Of rightful correction,
They choose a confection
Of flesh-pleasing fables and lies!
With soulish invention,
And sense in suspension,
They've every intention
To ruin the salve with dead flies!
They boast of the blessing
Which they are progressing:
It's all window-dressing,
With nothing of substance behind!
While claiming great vision,
High calling to mission,
They've made the decision
To poke out their eyes and be blind!
The Word they are ditching,
Their ears always itching,
Their loyalty switching
From that which is right to what's wrong!
Strange fire is burning,
To which they are turning:
They have no discerning
That judgement is coming along!
Syncretic infusion,
Truth's rapid extrusion,
The deepest delusion,
Is what gives the people delight!
They heap to them leaders:
Determined tare seeders -
Apostasy breeders,
Who love not the day but the night!
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"Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary
to send forth a stinking savour."
(Ecclesiastes 10:1)
"But we are all as an unclean thing,
and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags;
and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities,
like the wind, have taken us away."
(Isaiah 64:6)
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