Maybe Wait A Little?

Just a few thoughts.


Do we really want God coming back

and messing with YouTube, Apple, Google,

Science, Dollars, Robots, all that?

Carnal security ain’t so bad.  Sofas for souls.

Nephi, howdoya feel about that?


He’s unpredictable, we know that

from Moses, and Jesus, Jeez, and so

on, trust us; Moroni’s face zapped off, and black’d

at Bountiful, are we sure we want him back?  Yet?


Maybe just wait a little, Old Man, we’ll get back on track

no need to bring back thy unruly reign, terrible

to crooked shepherds, grinding shiny hypocrites’ faces,

lawless it seems, unbeatable rule, just, like…

like Shaq, on crack, Macklemore said that

about a bouncer, his fake ID did he take,

in a song attack, warning every ear,

Hear hear: never take an MC’s fake ID.


So it is with us Mormons, sure, fake IDs we have,

with “Zion, established 4004 BC, WASP, Eyes…Not for seeing,”

IDs that got us dirtying a lot o’ holy places,

like souls, hearts, books, Iron pen engravin

foolish notions, atonements as payments,

and yep, we’re really just a lame corporation.


Will lightning bolts to Moroni’s face fix all that?

Insurance we have, redeeming bolts, tornados

tsunamis, floods, all your crazy YahWay.

Will signs in the heavens fix all that, a corporation

in the business of salvation, temples oath making

to whom, exactly?   We’re not saying.  Fix that?


Probably not, and so, God, what’re ye gonna do,

if we just go on doing what we do?  Zap us?  hah, you won’t do us like that.

We’ll go on, proclaiming our gospel,

reverently, in Tweets, on Apostle FaceBook Feeds,

singing hymns about Him nailed up and bloody, ugh,

and gushin’ bout his establishin’ freedom of business religion,

maybe excommunicatin’ a dude or two, just

for believin somethin diffrent, Lou, a dad

looking for real religion, drinking his sacrament

and teaching bout vision, just seeking something

you ain’t offering, like can he hang with Jesus,

the One calved son of Kendrick’s Gansta, deity.


“I know the Devil fancy me, but that don’t mean the mXfX get to dance with me”

-Macklemore, St.Ides , is the caption, censored, true;

just as God cannot speak but through our Idols, say Zeke 14,

our idol is Temple, Hollow Statuary, verily Apostolic Posters in Seminary

Memes dishing salvation to tweens hauling wagons,

in Wyoming of all places.  Speak through these, uncensored,

old man.  It’ll just be nonesense, trust us.  Gibberish.


Jesus, Abide! Wait your time, you know your place is.

not here, not with false Zion, we won’t awaken

don’t anticipate it, movements won’t make it.

Happen.  Nothing of our will.  Will.  So we go on,

you see, pretending to be like unto thee.  Speak through

an image of thee, of our own making, and you

will only say, what we’ve already been saying.

Worship Nothings, Fill thy soul with Hannities.


Ah, But Now we have Zeke 20, and more, being read,

saying that God is done with Idol speaking, if Israel we like to be.

and again leaves us to hear our own thoughts, nothing

and the voices of whatever, in our heads creeping.


Hush.  Church Over? Everyone’s leaving?  Why do you think?

because Google Facebook Psychology,

genetic geniuses, have disproven God’s being,

and his gold bible, that’s just a relic,

really?  Maybe.  Maybe because God is about

to start speaking.  For himself.  Hush.  And hearing

cussing from his mouth, will be

the least of our worries.


Are you sure you want Him back, you can’t send Him back.

It’s one way from Kolob to Zion.

What’ll you do, if he treads holy places, and at Zion’s Meeting

camping Adam-on-di-Aman, sets

angels to rapping, thrice, but not for white ritual,

No: they’re waiting ‘pon Compton, sealing the poor

and the black, the downtrodden, with the rich, learned, the wise,

white red yellow too, altogether, good feasting in Christ?

If Lamanites with Rephaim, seated near Thor,

Buddha, the Dude who abides, that drowned refugee,

folks you’d never expect to see, and the bass is so loud

at Zion House Party, if that light you see, be really

a spotlight on purple, light tunnels to stars,

calling more, come live free?


What if he shakes down your temples, your states,

overturns the foundations, your Constitutions

are burned being nothing but paper, liberation

proclaimed by some tiny bell, shaken

by smiling children, nappy headed, former slaves

by NRA targeted (they won’t make it), guns

into ploughshares beaten, your powers forsaken?

what then?  Tell Him, Wait…for a second, wait?

We’d like to keep some keepsakes:  False Zion,

White God Business, Gay Pride, Black Anger…corporations,

memento Dollars, Wall Street, TVvangelists,

Epic Fails, shirts with collars, broken colleges,

tenured fools, lucred administration, textbooks, too,

booze and drugs, anatomical illustrations (for excitation),

stats, analysis, Big Data.  Then we’ll make our demands,

if with us you’d like to stay, Jesus.  We ain’t Satan!


Will he stay his ire, many angelic frustrations

at our taking up space that ain’t ours to be taking?

Of our making up truths that ain’t ours to make?

Making up kings to lead us to Satan?

I doubt it, though he’s patient, long suffering

maybe pleased, even, by some art, sport, science not ism-ed,

we’ll get to keep a lot, in the Millennium:

Falcons, Skywalkers, Hobbits, Elves, playstations.


But not Our justice, not our policied traditions,

political correcting masking evil intentions,

police military violence to please us,

gain seeking, drone killing, easy forgetting,

drug fleecing, bribery, mantras, advertisements,

dogma, and probably a whole lot more will be going,

the way of the dodo, extinct cliches of Satan,

never again walking in darkness,

whispering, none see us, who made us?


He sees you.

The ax mocketh the maker, the smith, the wood that wants chopping.


Listen to the ax, or grind it to sharpen?

Hasten the work?  Ha.  Stay your labors, suckers,

he’ll come when he’s ready.  sweaty from logging

time in Hades, with David, Elijah, Ty Cobb, some mason,

without a shower, he’ll come, splitting rainbows,

And then, my friends, hold on to your butts,

a friend’s fond of saying,

when Jesus comes back, because bros, sistas, fathers, mutha-

That shit?  Zap.  That shit gonna get real.









  1. E says:

    The word is!

  2. lemuel says:

    Yeeeeeaaaa boyyyyyyeeee!!!

  3. Dog Pface says:

    Yeah, when Jesus came the first time the gospel was candy coated. Next time, he’s going to be kicking ass and taking names….

  4. lemuel says:

    The axe is laid at the root of the tree.

  5. DJL says:

    Then my anger shall be kindled against them in that day, and I will forsake them, and I will hide my face from them, and they shall be devoured, and many evils and troubles shall befall them; so that they will say in that day, Are not these evils come upon us, because our God is not among us?

    And I will surely hide my face in that day for all the evils which they shall have wrought, in that they are turned unto other gods. Now therefore write ye this song for you, and teach it the children of Zion: put it in their mouths, that this song may be a witness for me against the children of Zion.

    1. day2mon says:

      a rap would be pretty surprising, as that song.

      1. DJL says:

        God speaks to the language and understanding of men, so why not rap? I think it’s quite brilliant. If we can get past the cussin’, that is.

  6. Chuck says:

    I can just about hear Eminem reciting this to some awesome beats. Right up there with Rap God, I’d add this to my music library!

  7. Ben says:

    a pre-fame Macklemore reference? damn son — that’s a deep cut

  8. Rick says:

    Daymon, what about the Book of Abraham, is it what he said it was?

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