Cursed be Idolatry the son of Pride and foe of God
Cursed be Idolatry the ever-hungry unseen leech
Cursed be Idolatry the friend of selfish wants and greed
Cursed be Idolatry the wanted thief of our delight
Cursed all idols be, they are demons we don't see
Cursed all idols be, they are poison sweet as honey
Cursed all idols be, they are frozen blood-sickles
Cursed all idols be, who precede surprising death
Cursed be Idolatry the son of Pride and foe of God
Cursed be Idolatry who ever makes false promises
Cursed be Idolatry whom we repeatedly believe
Cursed be Idolatry on whom our hopes depend
Cursed all idols be, they are demons we don't see
Cursed all idols be, they are dead or living frauds
Cursed all idols be, they can be anything
Cursed all idols be, they can be anyone
Cursed be Idolatry the son of Pride and foe of God
Cursed be Idolatry the caressing iron claw
Cursed be Idolatry the destroyer of our hearts
Cursed be Idolatry that heralds devastation
Cursed all idols be, they are demons we don't see
Cursed all idols be, but not good things in themselves
Cursed all idols be, some bring death unintentionally
Cursed all idols be, for they are Satan's toys
Cursed be Idolatry the son of Pride and foe of God
Cursed be Idolatry, who such power granted thee?
Cursed be idolatry, who like his father lies
Cursed be Idolatry who makes you both object and slave
Cursed all idols be, they are demons we don't see
Cursed all idols be, they possess sweet sirens' songs
Cursed all idols be with charming grins and pointed teeth
Cursed all idols be, vampires of the soul
Cursed be Idolatry, you killed my brother dear
Cursed be Idolatry, the thief of many years
Cursed be Idolatry, for these crimes you will pay
Cursed be Idolatry, God will forever damn you one day
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The Son of Pride
PoetryBorn from anger, questions, and grief, this poem gives light to the true nature of idolatry. It is a warning not to give your heart away to things that will never satisfy, despite their allure and promises of happiness.
