Dear Reader,

In an age when darkness calls itself light and the ancient foundations are shaken, I offer this poem not as mere verse, but as a cry from the watchman’s tower. It was forged in the tension between two competing loves: the love that weeps for the lost, and the love that refuses to lie to them.

“Love thy neighbor” has been seized and twisted into a weapon against the very truth that can save the neighbor. What Scripture commands as holy warning—repentance, sexual purity, the sanctity of life, the design of male and female—is now branded “hate speech” in courts of law and halls of power. This is no accident of culture; it is a spiritual inversion, demonic in origin and tyrannical in fruit.

Yet the poem is not written in despair. It is written in defiance and in hope. The same Lord who spoke the stars into being still speaks through His Word and His Church. The gates of hell have never prevailed, and they will not prevail now. My prayer is that these lines would stir courage in the faithful, clarity in the confused, and conviction in the silent—that true love does not affirm rebellion, but calls sinners to the Cross where mercy and truth have met.

If these words cost you comfort, influence, or even freedom in the days ahead, count it joy. You stand in good company: the prophets, the apostles, and the One who was crucified for speaking truth in love.

Hold fast. Speak boldly. Love deeply enough to tell the truth.

In Christ, who is the Truth,

The Poet

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!
(Core to the demonic redefinition of “hate speech” and inversion of good and evil.)

Leviticus 19:17
Thou shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart: thou shalt in any wise rebuke thy neighbour, and not suffer sin upon him: I am the LORD.
(True “Love thy neighbor” requires warning and rebuke, not affirmation of sin.)

Genesis 1:27
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.
(Foundational truth of Eden’s design that the poem defends against modern Babel.)

Matthew 16:18
And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.
(The triumphant promise that demonic forces will ultimately fail against Christ’s Church.)

Revelation 21:8
But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.
(Revelation’s sobering warning against the very sins being celebrated and protected by the demonic legal and cultural inversion.)

In shadowed halls where ancient truths once shone,

Where prophets spoke with tongues of holy flame,

Now slither forth the demons, undethroned,

Who twist God’s Word to sanctify their shame.

They brand as “hate” the light of Sinai’s Law,

The covenant that guards the marriage bed;

They cry “bigotry” at Eden’s sacred awe—

That man and maid are one, as He first said.

With serpentine decrees and silken lies,

They bind the tongue that dares proclaim the Cross;

They seize “Love thy neighbor” as their prize,

To twist compassion into sin’s embrace.

Yet O the stunning love that will not lie,

A blazing mercy brighter than the sun—

It speaks the truth though tears may fill the eye,

And calls the rebel home where grace has won.

This stunning love rebukes as Jesus did,

With eyes of fire and voice of thunder sweet;

It wounds to heal, it breaks to make anew,

And lays the sinner lowly at His feet.

“Love thy neighbor,” they declaim with glee,

Means celebrate the road that leads to death;

Affirm the lie, suppress the truth, agree

To call rebellion life, and call it breath.

But truest love will speak the warning clear,

As prophets thundered and as Christ proclaimed;

To tell the wand’ring soul of judgment near,

Lest hell devour the ones His blood has claimed.

Love bids us speak the Word though flesh may rage,

Not silence conscience for a hollow peace;

To call repentance in this fleeting age,

And point lost hearts to heaven’s full release.

In courts of law where justice once held sway,

The legal scribes now twist the statutes cold;

They forge new chains from words of common clay

To prosecute the saints for truths of old.

With gavel forged in hell’s own sulfur fire,

They drag the preacher, baker, florist, friend;

They weaponize the bench and twist the wire

Of liberty, the faithful to condemn.

O Babylon reborn in marble halls,

Where Sodom’s rainbow banner waves on high,

The saints are cast as wolves, the wolves enthroned,

And heaven’s voice is labeled “hate” thereby.

They redefine the child within the womb

As worthless tissue, slain without a tear;

They call it progress when the family tomb

Is emptied for the lusts that dominate the year.

They mock the bond of flesh and bone ordained,

Demanding altars raised to stranger gods;

Where “male and female” once in glory reigned,

Now Babel’s tower of invented frauds.

Yet fear not, pilgrim, though the night grows long—

The gates of hell shall never prevail, the Song

Of ages thunders still: “Thus saith the Lord,”

Though demons rage, His truth endures the storm.

Arise, ye faithful, take the shield of faith,

The Spirit’s sword that cleaves the lie in twain;

For He who rose shall vindicate the saints,

And turn their “hate speech” into endless gain.

When empires crumble and their idols break,

When dust reclaims the courts of dust once more,

The Word that spoke the stars shall still awake,

And every knee shall bow—as written before.

Let demons howl and earthly powers decree—

Their reign is brief, a shadow quickly fled.

The Rock of Ages stands eternally;

His Church, though pressed, shall never be unmade.