Isaiah

I give you judgment:

You Uzziah, you Jotham, you Ahaz, you Hezekiah;

Abraham’s children all of you wearing disgrace,

If I should bundle you up like lifeless hay;

You were not meant to be shadows of Jehovah’s choice humanity,

But you transitioned beyond that into images of death by the dozen—

Though you play on the dance floor,

Or play football on the pitch in broad daylight,

You are death in the sight of Jehovah.

Return to your Maker or be damned!

Heaven and earth be my witness.

With your stone-hard hearts,

You have sent so many to hell:

Instead of presenting candidates for the covenant life,

You are presenting majors in Sodom and Gomorrah

At my altar at my altar at my altar at my altar:

So you will die, you and your diehards, like dogs.

You are not beyond pardon,

You are not beyond redemption—

But you must drop your pride in wooden no-gods!

The unusually born Messiah is coming:

            To redefine governance,

            To refurbish the throne of David,

            To shape Babylon into a machete,

            To un-populate and repopulate Zion;

And God is going to depopulate the earth

To repopulate it later, repopulate it in time.

Justification: humans keep polluting one another

As in survival games where the strong slice the weak.

They forget that God’s little finger can crush

Hundreds even millions in one flick.

When you run to Egypt for protection,

When you line up horses against your enemies,

I still remain God, President of the universe.

You keep going for sugar-coated sermons,

Packed in heaps as high as the heap of truth;

And the preachers are as useless as royalty in Edom—

The epitome of idleness,

The cacophony of empty vessels;

Their earth the dance floor for Nothingness,

With streets policed by vultures.

Be warned!  Be not self-worshippers like Hezekiah!

I give you comfort:

Take comfort from your streets,

For once God’s feet will know your streets, O zion!

You must work like slaves to make them straight and flat—

No swamps, no hills, but flat as a flat film director.

Don’t forget, I am the God who can make streets in the sea,

With traffic lights so you don’t stumble and fall.

You know it don’t you that your wooden no-gods never tote you,

But I strap you to my back when you can’t carry yourself.

I God, am President of the universe, Four-Star General,

I publish this invitation:

Let the thirsty know that there is milk from cows tethered in heaven,

Let the hungry know that there is un-engineered cereal grown in heaven,

All dependent on your attitude to the contract you signed—of love,

And hate between you and me and the rest of nature:

You Jews are damned if you mislead the non-Jews!

In the spirit of holy orders,

Your city and holy house are in ruins!

But the people say,

Please have mercy and give us back our pleasure!

But God, President of the Universe

And President of Kingdom-Come decreed:

I will no longer waste my breath on unfaithfulness,

Rather I will make a new heaven and a new earth

For those that are faithful to my Word:

They will serve as prophets and priests in my house.  

I give you hope:

You may stand at one end of the grave but look beyond it,

Look for the life beyond it—I give you hope!

Believe me, this Messiah is also the Word,

One not brought to us by wind,

As with castles that float and are transported by wind…

Do you know His name can be more powerful than wind?

He appears in the form of a child but judge from His accolades:

             Government-Promoter,

            Wonder Worker,

            Spirit Manager and Extra-Legendary Coach,

            God-Commander-of-the-Angel-Armies,

            The many-breasted Progenitor,

            The Prince of Peace of unmatchable Spirit…