One Rule

Criticisms from wicked teachers
who've never been where I tread
Preachers with their pointing fingers
disgusted as they watch me crawl out
from the valley of the dead
Disturbed by the images and gospel I have spread
It threatens their Sunday "day job"
and the wealth they fear to shed
Ravaged by death's cold hands
and the sting of her cries
False prophets of such lofty height soon reach times demise
Balance reaching karmic tides
Truth no longer slumbers under deceptions lonely eyes
All will be well under the trees
Peace and love to all that breath
With to those with scab knees
There is only One King, One Queen
One Spirit Supreme
One who divides, one who resides
over the raging waters subduing the lies
discerning the heart of a matter