Clumsy architects

Where have we gone? Where have we gone?
In this stale age we've accustomed ourselves to live as the blind.
Empty words persuade and meaning is lost as consequence (Eph. 5:6).
The fruitless vine is favored as hope (Eph. 5:11).
I can't think of a time when hope has...
...Taken the shape of a devil.
The world in it's present form is passing away (1 Cor. 7:31).
I hate to say it, but did it come as any surprise?
I hate to say it, but did it come as any surprise?
But they can't, I fear, grasp the seriousness of the situation.
I know you can't be holding on to what you're throwing away!
Instead of searching for hope you are making your own out of failure!
Failure, I suppose, is what keeps you searching.
Walking crooked paths of unrest (Isaiah 59).
Tread your feet on rebellion (Isaiah 59).
Eat up! Fill in! Drink the product of folly. It won't settle well.
You vomit incoherence like a politician claiming reform.
The blueprints look useless and the foundation is set in the mire.
So, pray for a savior!
This architect has a mind full of bad ideas.
We are as dead men. We live as the damned (Isaiah 59).
Take possession of what you claim as your own.
Your simple ways hold much consequence (Prov. 1:22).
They separate (Isaiah 59).
Oh, my confidence rests on the surface of reaction.
Teach yourself to suit your own (2 Tim. 4:3).
Drift in the current of the likely unwise.
I'm living a fraud contrary to my values.
I've told my convictions to go to hell!
And I often think...
...I refuse on ever stopping.
Corruption comforts it blinds morality.
It's the wine to dull your time to grow. You gotta get away!
It's odd to think I've funded rebellion.
how could we have been so clumsy?
Hair combed. Shirt pressed.
When what we do in secret is on the fence of insanity and suicide.
Mask your problems with a pretense of skyscrapers on the verge of immediate collapse.
Feel broken in defeat.
This is where power is made perfect.
You are reborn!