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We’re Just Puppets in the Darkness

Following the sordid Planned Parenthood video revelations …. (as of this writing, there have been five released so far)…., many PP zealots are now desperately protesting that the videos, which graphically describe the child-dismemberment policies of the state –sponsored organization, to be “fraudulent”. And besides, these folks reason, the cadavers in question aren’t really dead “babies”….they are merely “products of conception” and/or tissue masses on a tray.

These are, presumably, the same strain of protesters, who can watch reel after reel of WWII concentration camp footage taken in Nazi Germany and then moments later, with a straight face, declare that the holocaust never happened.

Willfully blind.
Dangerously deceived.
Proudly, tragically, and profoundly truth-challenged.

“He said, "Go and tell this people: "'Be ever hearing, but never understanding; be ever seeing, but never perceiving.”
—Isaiah 6:9

“Lead out those who have eyes but are blind, who have ears but are deaf.”
—Isaiah 43: 8

“Hear this, you foolish and senseless people, who have eyes but do not see, who have ears but do not hear:”
—Jeremiah 5:21

“The tragedy of life and of the world is not that men do not know God; the tragedy is that, knowing Him, they still insist on going their own way.”
—William Barclay

We’re Just Puppets in the Darkness
(Dancing for the Crimson King)

We have seen the sordid pictures,
And we’ve heard the sick’ning words:
“Those aren’t ‘babies’…Disregard them
Stay the course!...And undeterred!”

Those aren’t children!…Just ignore ‘em!
They don’t fit our paradigm.
We don’t think they’re really “humans”,
So, you see, it’s not a crime!

And, of course, those are not “persons”,
Those are “tissue masses“ there.
Would you like a brain or liver?
(I’m sure we can find a spare…)

We’ve got consciences for searing,
Body parts we’re bidding on…
We’ve got prophets for the taking,
And hearts going, going…GONE!

We have rugs to sweep this under,
We’ve got sand for buried heads….
We’ve got guilty hands for washing,
Truth to dodge, and sins to shed.

Clinging to the Chop-Shop Vision,
Nothing bothers us today.
Tiny carcasses don’t phase us….
We pretend it all away!

We’ll remain here deaf and dumber,
We’re the willfully deceived…
Those aren’t “babies” they’re dissecting
Those are just the “ill-conceived”.

In this proud Three Monkey line-up…
Join us, friend, here in the ditch,
There’s no “god” who pays attention,
In this season of the witch.

Baal once more has got our number,
He’s got Molech pulling strings….,
We’re just puppets in the darkness
Dancing for the Crimson King.

Did you see the Deutschland boxcars,
Rolling through the countryside?
Did you see the smoke ascending…?
Did you note the genocide?

Did your hollow, caustic logic
Pave the way for all those dead?
Did you hear the ghost of Nietzsche,
Cooing softly in your head?

This is where the stench is strongest,
This is where lukewarm’s exposed…
This is where the callous festers,
And where God must hold his nose.

Did you wash your hands with Pilate,
When The Truth confronted you?,
Did you hide behind consensus?,
Did you drink the Kool-Aid, too?

Lord, have mercy, please upon us…,
Give us eyes to see our sin….,
Bring revival to this nation,,
Take us to the Cross again.

“The process of death wishing, in the guise of liberalism, has been eroding the civilization of the West for a century and more, and now would seem to be a bout to reach its apogee. The Liberal mind, effective everywhere, whether in power or in opposition, has provided the perfect instrument….Previous civilizations have been overthrown from without by the incursion of barbarian hordes; ours has dreamed up its own dissolution in the minds of its own intellectual elite.”
—Malcolm Muggeridge