Dismissing The Significance

What messages to us sent,
To ignore and continue...
Dismissing their significance.
And...
Each one leaving,
Heart pounding proof and evidence...
That our stubborn minds confined,
Stay limited and closed...
To a truth and its reality,
That it is The Almighty Creator...
On this Earth in ultimate control.
What messages to us repeatedly sent,
To ignore and continue dismissing...
The evidence and proof of this.
As if we are not,
The benefactors of our own stupidity.

And still there are those who believe,
Themselves rulers to dictate...
Over all humanity.
With their inflictions to manifest,
Division, bigotry and racial hatred.
Done to infest increasingly,
Humanity with their evil wicked deeds.
Only prove to show,
These activities known and shown...
To expose,
They victimize themselves.
With a dismissing of the significance,
No living creature or human being...
Given the ability to think,
Done to use common sense.
Would actually assume,
To believe God gives them His consent...
That allows those deluded to fiction,
What they do to destroy humanity...
Has God's approval.
Without God providing prove everywhere.
What it is God does to do,
To neither ask or seek their assistance!
Could and can,
Bend backs and bring...
Mouths of everyone,
Screaming in tormented horror.
Terrified with no defense.
To end and suspend,
An anguish from them to extinguish...
The agony.

'Where do you prophets,
Gather together...
To rehearse such words to fantasize life?
Our life to live we have in full control.'

Oh such fools we mortals be.
To enjoy and love our foolish ways.
With a doing to please,
An imitating of a superiority.

'Hogwash and negative...
Poop and poppycock.
We can not accept to believe,
Such massive devastation...
Bestowed upon our lives.
Leaving us left to suffer.
Is a decision God decides.
What sense does that make?
We are not the fools,
God has chosen to choose and make.
You are just jealous and envious,
Of our way of life...
That doesn't include you,
To exclusively celebrate.'

I know.
It is incredible, isn't it?
But there is one thing you must admit?

'And...
What is that?
What would that be.
One with visions,
Of an ethnic diversity.
Hmmm?'

You can not blame your activities,
On terrorists or enemies to create them.
To validate your weapons collected.
For the purpose to protect yourselves...
From rumored threats to fear,
The doings of Mother Nature.

And God has made it extremely clear,
There is not a weapon on Earth...
You or anyone can use.
That prevents what God chooses to do!

'Is that so?
Seer of buoyant imaginary visions.
God should know,
We are devoted faithful 'Christians!'

Well...
That interpretation,
Delayed in overdue manifestation...
Is best to define as more a contradiction.
And...
Perhaps has distracted,
A belief...
God should know?
With a proving to show,
What you call faith...
Is more a lip service to deliver.
Instead of a reality put into action.

'Then...
What is it that God wishes from us to do?'

I have no clue.
It has been you and not me,
Declaring yourselves The Chosen Ones.
And maybe this is God's way,
To not disappoint you or your actions.

'But...
Wouldn't that be hypocritical?'

I only observe to witness.
That's it.
I turned away from a belief,
I could pass judgement.
Then also be the jury.
That lesson I learned long ago.
With an ego to erase from my mind.
And glad I am I survived,
Through that kind of ignorance to deny it!

'So...
How do you live,
Without feeling threats or fear?'

Good question.
For whatever the reason,
God has blessed me to identify...
Who the fools are to avoid,
Being annoyed by their warrior dreams!