Putrid Swamp Slime

His Beauty Gone, Real Character is Seen,
He Rips at your heart, till nothing is Clean,
Of Heaven and Hell, there’s Jesus Between,
‘Joyous Redemption,’ or ‘Burning Swamp Scene.’

Putrid Swam Slime
By Arley Steinhour 071818

Cancer, Cancer, everywhere,
An Old but New Kind, I Declare,
My Opinion, I now Share,
It Runs Rampant in the Air.

It permeates the Soul and Brain,
Of the Many, like ‘Ice Cold Rain,’
One of many, with Eternal-Stain,
With Hatred Bugled, as its Refrain.

Most know Cancer of physicality,
Type, ‘Individual in Centrality,’
Coupled, like mine, in Fatality,
With Deadly, Specific, Brutality.

The New Cancer is Communicable,
Easy to Succumb, hard to Label,
Affecting Many, its being ‘Unstable,’
Like seeking a corner, on a Round Table.

The ‘New’ seems to be ‘Liberal of Mind,’
With False Signs of Health, to the ‘Blind,’
Without Dictating, ‘Freedoms Consigned,’
Based on God’s-Creation of all Mankind.

The Terminal Cancer I have, will Kill,
Only my Body, as I ‘Fly Over the Hill,’
To ‘Welcome Home;’ my ‘Joy Distill,’
In Purity of Being, to Eternal Goodwill.

Ponder the ‘New,’ that ‘Kills Body and Soul,’
Call it Satan’s Success, his ‘Ace in the Hole,’
Presented as ‘Part of God’s Decalogue Scroll,’
That Mind and Soul Fill his ‘Replacement Goal.’

This Season is short, as you have little Time,
To Turn Heart to God/Jesus, from the Grime,
Of Satan’s Lies, from his ‘Putrid Swamp Slime.’
To Have Jesus’ Redemption, ‘Eternally Sublime.’

Please Repent AMEN