The Observer

You call yourself a critical thinker?
Ever question the perception of life from the cosmic elevation?
Ever experience temptation during contemplation?
Ever wonder why distraction comes to action as you figure out spiritual traction?

Silently I watch and wonder, ponder on how to conquer informational plunder.
Sunder thunder in explanations to why illusions haunt her.
Down yonder, under the heavens, endless questions grow.
Below it echoes, vertigo grows the status quo to follow the hidden shadows.
Ah - a lost ship without a paddle.

This embryo - on the low, was given overflow stolen by a hidden foe.
Bestowed shallow afterglows, let it go, I now understand the need for Noah’s tidal flow.
I feel for you, I can’t stay detached, you're entitled to witness the heavenly payback.
The problem is you seek revenge, another trapdoor of sin.

Moved by injustice, trust this, I’mma show you all your weaknesses.
Even this score can’t be healed with demon kisses.
I hear all your grievances, and deep within sequences cease the tense in his bleeding limbs.
Where reason bends teaching ends, repeating grade school again.

Isn’t it written that Jesus wins at the end, so why hold yourself in suspense?
The offense is immense, condense common sense as nonsense and watch as recompense becomes defense.
No incense or stone can make the enemy begone, come along and follow the one that brings life to the hollow.
Burn sage and age in decay as evil laughs in your face, an outrage to cage yourself in this display.

Have you questioned, “what has he done for you?”
He wrote wisdom on page.
He walked through the temple on a rampage.
He engaged with the least to show love on his stage.
He bled so he could love you - his way.

So shut up all your disbelieving and read Isaiah 12:2