The Accident of Who Christ is (today's tactics)

Accidently drank from the bottle
Meant for the messenger
Now my mouth is dry
Sight is narrow as hell
Formulate a single digit fist
Before I passed out!

I'd rather die on the side of the persecuted
Than to stand amongst the crowd of Christians
Who attempt to redefine a love they can't find

Accidently drank from the bottle
Brought forth from the well of life
Meant for a fleshless messenger
Speak in rhymes about equality
Measuring each breath a friend
Formulated a single digit fist
Before prison found me

I give thanks to the same God this is true
But my heart, soul & mind are in submission
Not preying ancient prayers as narrow as hell
I live for all made in the image of the most high
Even if you forgot the love he defined, you’ll never find

Drank from the bottle meant for a messenger
Became toxic to the comfortable prison mechanism
Speaking in pathetic poetic angry Psalms
About the love Christ lived for we lost
Morality is more than just imagery
Or a false perception of slavery