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Macbeth Exposed (I Won't Kneel)
© August 18, 2011, Roy Stucky

The blades are swinging,
Man's genius bringing death.
Our ruler's stumble,
Their fingers fumble truth.

Conforming will purchase a middle class cell
Padded for comfort and style.
Rebellion will purchase a lower class hell
After an impartial trial.
The cynic will spit in the mirror with pride.
Even he's not on his side.

As long as I have breath
I'll fight the bloody tooth,
Macbeth exposed by souls
Whose youth is closed to trolls of steel.
I won't kneel.

The pageantry of power -
The hour of darkness comes:
Thinks it's won.
But we won't bow to rifles -
Disciples serve the King:
As we sing.

We resist though machines are designed to kill.
They can shatter our bones but not reach our will.
On their paper the odds don't give us a prayer
But the battle they've sought won't be fought on there.

Defiance that's based upon something unseen
Means nothing to minds so reliant on sense.
They shrug as at madness then arm death's device -
Such lives are quite sterile but not very clean.

As long as I have breath
I'll fight the bloody tooth,
Macbeth exposed by souls
Whose youth is closed to trolls of steel.
I won't kneel.

We will not climb the tower you've made.
The fools of God won't join your parade.
We won't entrust our lives to your hand.
Your guns would march our souls across Bataan.

The angel of the book is looking at the shore.
The Truth men will not hear is nearly at the door into this realm
To overwhelm our power's pride from inside
And melt the floor of the common man
Who's practising his pose on wasteland sand.

The world as it's planned won't let me stand on my own.
So why am I forced into impossible loans I can't repay
With no say in the way they are spent?
My consent's the remorse of the small
Lined against the wall
Being built to keep the ghetto pure
When the cure is the Truth we've sung about before.

The underground is cold but we are hot not to wear a muzzled flash.
Domestic dogs can bite what's in their pen until they're hauled out with the trash.
We surface to expose darkrooms to light that makes them run and hide
Instead of the reflection that they wish was not inside.

As long as I have breath
I'll fight the bloody tooth,
Macbeth exposed by souls
Whose youth is closed to trolls of steel.
I won't kneel.

Your masters hunt our shelter,
They lust the precious life
To offer to their sacrificial knife.

They've drained the life from you,
Exhibit in their zoo,
Network cage of your own making.
A heart no longer there for the taking.

The poison others pour in peoples' ears while they're asleep
Appears once more as cheat that only dagger blades can reap.
The stars of hidden fire from every black and wicked seed
Are pyres on the new pagan altars built to praise their greed
On which we bleed.

Liberty is treason
In the season of the clone,
Pretenders to the throne of freedom.
Reason can't regain our Eden home -
Spirits stripped to ghosts of flesh and bone.

As long as I have breath
I'll fight the bloody tooth,
Macbeth exposed by souls
Whose youth is closed to trolls of steel.
I won't kneel.

The ration we've stockpiled is bread of the Lord.
Our storehouse of ammo holds swords of the Word.
Our canteens run over with water of life.
The lives you would take are already born twice.

You conquered the young ones with words dipped in lust
But soldiers don't trust your old bone-breaking tongue.
The power you bow to exists all alone.
Your heart made of stone's all that's left to you now.

My friends say I'm morbid to write such things,
Forgetting believers are martyred each day.
No need for a beast if you want some dismay.
But God tells His people to sing.

As long as I have breath
I'll fight the bloody tooth,
Macbeth exposed by souls
Whose youth is closed to trolls of steel.
I won't kneel.

 


The power to stand against spiritual wickedness in high places does not come from us. Without God's power we have no chance to resist a surveillance state that wields tanks, fighter jets, and nuclear missiles.

 


Quotations

"Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, said to the king, O Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer you in this matter. If it be so, our God Whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and He will deliver us out of your hand. But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods, nor worship the golden image you have set up."
Daniel 3:16-18

 


Bibliography

God (forever and ever)
The Holy Bible