A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In an age when words are bent and twisted like reeds in the wind, I send forth this poem as a cry from the watchtower. We live in times when the serpent’s ancient tactic has been refined to perfection: no longer does evil storm the gates with horns and fire, but enters softly, cloaked in pleasant phrases, smiling euphemisms, and gentle rebrandings. What the Scriptures once called sin is now paraded as “choice,” “pride,” “love,” or “self-care.” Hell has learned the language of Heaven, and many souls are lulled to sleep by its lullabies.

This verse is no mere literary exercise. It is a battle cry against the demonic alchemy of language—the subtle art that turns murder into medicine, adultery into adventure, and rebellion against the Creator into “authenticity.” I have written in classical rhyme because truth deserves dignity, not the cheap prose of our disordered day. The form itself is a protest: while the world dissolves into formless babble, let rhyme and meter stand as pillars of order.

If these lines sting, it is not out of hatred for the sinner, but out of love for the soul still capable of repentance. Call evil by its rightful name. Refuse the velvet lie. Restore sharp, honest speech to your tongue, for “the truth shall make you free” (John 8:32). Euphemisms comfort the conscience only until Judgment Day, when every soft word will be stripped away and we shall stand naked before the Holy One.

May this poem awaken slumbering consciences, fortify the faithful, and expose the darkness masquerading as light.

With solemn urgency and brotherly concern,

The Poet

Scriptural Foundation (KJV)

Isaiah 5:20

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

2 Corinthians 11:13-14

For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.

Ephesians 5:6

Let no man deceive you with vain words: for because of these things cometh the wrath of God upon the children of disobedience.

Proverbs 6:16-19

These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.

Isaiah 59:13-14

In transgressing and lying against the LORD, and departing away from our God, speaking oppression and revolt, conceiving and uttering from the heart words of falsehood. And judgment is turned away backward, and justice standeth afar off: for truth is fallen in the street, and equity cannot enter.

Matthew 15:8-9

This people draweth nigh unto me with their mouth, and honoureth me with their lips; but their heart is far from me. But in vain they do worship me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men.

In shadowed halls where serpents softly speak,

A velvet tongue twists truth to tame the bleak.

Euphemisms, like incense sweet and cloy,

Cloak the fiend’s foul breath in bright alloy.

What once was murder dons the mask of “choice,”

And babes unborn are silenced, without voice.

Adultery becomes a harmless “fling,”

While vows lie shattered—souls on broken wing.

Fornication? Merely “exploring love,”

A youthful dance that fits like hand in glove.

Sodomy is “pride,” a rainbow hue,

Defying Nature’s law and God’s own view.

The glutton calls his feast “self-care” refined,

The drunkard sips his “social” cup of wine.

Laziness is “mental health” today,

While sloth devours the hours, wastes away.

Covetousness now wears the name “equity,”

The thief demands his “justice” bold and free.

While honest labor bows beneath the weight

Of guilt and “privilege” — inverted hate.

The liar’s craft is now “narrative spin,”

Or “speaking truth to power” — deadly sin.

False prophets preach “inclusion” from the stage,

While crushing consciences in righteous rage.

Divorce is “self-love,” a brave new start,

Though children’s hearts are torn and ripped apart.

The covenant once sacred, sealed by God,

Is traded for the fleeting, fleshly nod.

Rebellion dresses in “empowerment” bright,

Defying Heaven in the name of “right.”

Man plays the god, re-making moral law,

While demons clap and hell prepares its maw.

“Love is love” the serpent’s slogan cries,

While redefining lust in rainbow guise.

No longer bound by God’s created frame,

It crowns as virtue every burning shame.

“All paths lead up” — the broadest lie of all,

That makes the narrow Way a useless call.

Christ’s blood is mingled with false gods and lies,

While Heaven weeps and hell in triumph sighs.

O demonic art! With words both mild and fair,

You gild the gates of Hell and lead them there.

You blunt the blade of conscience, dull the sting,

Till vice feels virtue, and the damned take wing.

No longer “sin” the scarlet letter brands,

But “lifestyle” welcomed with applauding hands.

The liar spins his “alternative fact” with grace,

The thief takes “reparations” in his place.

Yet in the end, when Judgment’s trumpet sounds,

These pretty phrases turn to chains and bounds.

The euphemist shall stand in naked light,

His sugar-coated lies exposed to sight.

Awake, O mortal! Cast the veil aside,

Call evil evil—let no tongue divide

The truth from falsehood with a silken lie.

For Heaven’s gate demands an honest cry.

Repent the gloss, the soft and soothing phrase,

That paves the road to everlasting blaze.

In plain, hard speech let virtue find her sword—

Euphemism, demon, be forever floored!