By The ‘Dum’ Word Oracle

Headline. A Word For These Cities. Right Here. Right Now.

Hey you.Yeah, you.Standing right there in these cities.I’ve got something to say.And it’s not some old, dusty lecture.It’s fresh.It’s for today.And it’s got your name on it.So listen up. ‘Disaster is coming’-but not for everyone.

That’s what the WORD says. Not me.

I’m bringing trouble to this place. To these streets. To these businesses.To these homes. Where people did whatever they wanted.Ignored what I said. Acted like I wasn’t watching.

But here’s the twist-“I’m not throwing everybody in the same fire.” Because there’s a second part.And this one? This one’s for the ones who stayed soft. Who stayed real.Who kept listening even when everyone else was shouting.You? “You’re good. You’re covered.You’re not getting swallowed up by this thing.” Now here’s where it gets interesting.Back in the day?

They said the righteous would die before the disaster hit.But not anymore.No way.These days?The WORD does it differently.

Now He says:

“I’m not taking you out.I’m taking the disaster off you.” You’ll still be here.You’ll still have eyes to see.And here’s the kicker-

“You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.You will not partake of it.”

That’s right.You’ll watch it.You’ll see it go down.You’ll see the chaos.The collapse.The consequences landing on the ones who refused to turn around.

But you?You’ll be like that person standing in the middle of a downpour.Somehow staying bone-dry.The storm will rage all around you.And you’ll just stand there.

Watching.Safe.Untouched.Not because you’re perfect.But because you’re the WORD’s.That’s the WORD’s style.Covered.Hidden.Protected.You’ll see the fire.But you won’t feel the heat.You’ll hear the crash.But your walls won’t shake.You’ll watch the wicked get what’s coming.And you won’t even flinch

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But now-let’s talk about the other side.Because there’s a special ‘WORD’ for a particular crew in this city.

You know who you are.The ones who never ran for office.But somehow run everything.The ones in the shadows.Pulling strings.Whispering in ears.Manipulating the representatives people actually voted for.

You sit behind closed doors.Cook up laws that sound fancy on paper.But crush real flesh and blood.You take from the ones who already have nothing.And give yourselves more than you could ever spend.

You watch the poor sink deeper.The middle class crumbles into dust.And you don’t even flinch.Mothers are weeping at night.Can’t afford bread or medicine.Sick people are dragged to work.Because if they stop, they starve.The elderly?The ones who built this place?

You hand them crumbs and call it a pension.You slap new taxes on the poor.While the rich glide past with loopholes.Big enough to drive a truck through.Aren’t you ashamed?Or did you lose that feeling somewhere along the way?

You stir up division like it’s a sport.You talk about peace with your mouths.But your hands are busy lighting fires.You send people out of this country.But you’re sending children.Teenagers.Families who’ve never known another home.You call them criminals to make yourselves feel clean.

But I the ‘WORD’ see it.I see all of it.And you-yes, you-the ones who’ve decided you’re gods.The ones who’ve taken My place.Started rewriting what’s right and wrong.You put it in schoolbooks.You made it law.You told the kids that up is down.Good is evil.Light is dark.And you punished anyone who dared to disagree.You called it progress.I the ‘WORD’ call it ‘rebellion’.

Now here’s what the ‘WORD’ says.Listen closely.Because this part is for you specifically.

“I’ve been patient.I’ve sent My people to your doorsteps.Again and again.You know exactly who I’m talking about.They came to your main door.And knocked.No answer.Door locked.A sign pointed left.Said, ‘Use the door to the left.’So they went there.They knocked.No answer.Door locked.Another key.Another lock.Same silence.They found gates around the building.

All locked.They went to the back.Another door.Higher up.A spiral case leading to it.They climbed.They knocked.No answer.Door locked.And you know what’s funny?Cars were in the parking lot.Cars behind the building.People were there.You were there.

‘I saw you.’

And that sign from the security company?You know the one.Saying ‘This place is guarded and watched.’Yeah.I saw that too.You wanted Me to know you were protected.You wanted Me to think I couldn’t get in.You thought your locks.Your gates.Your cameras.Your security.Your three, five, a million- red dots or more.

Would keep Me out.But here’s the thing-You locked the doors on My messengers.You locked the doors on the ones I sent.You pretended you weren’t home.When you were right there.Peeking through the blinds.

You watched them knock.You watched them walk away.And you laughed.But those secret passageways you built between your buildings?Those tunnels underneath?The escape routes you planned for yourselves?The ones you thought nobody knew about?

They’re not secret to Me.I the WORD see you when you rise.I see you when you lie down.Before a word even forms on your lips-I already know it.You can run.You can hide.You can dig deeper.You can lock every door.

Bolt every gate.Post every guard.But My Word?It’s already gone forth.It’s not coming back empty.It’s not coming back void.It’s landed.Right here.In this place.A new thing has begun.And don’t you tell Me you don’t see it.”

You surrounded yourselves with your graffiti.Your magic tricks.You dabbled in your witchcraft.Your occult games.Your divination.Your fortune-telling.Your occultic sorceryYou swallowed lies and called them truth.And every time I stretched out My hand to warn you-you swatted it away.Like a bothersome fly.

So now-this is what’s standing:

“The time for patience is over.”The clock has run out.This is the appointed hour for vengeance.For wrath.For everything that’s been stored up.It’s been going on too long.And I’m done looking the other way.”“It’s going to be worse for you than it was for Sodom and Gomorrah.”You heard that right.Not a little worse.Not kind of worse.

Worse.Because they didn’t know better.But you?You had messengers at your gate.You had warnings on your doorstep.You had chance after chance after chance.And you slammed every single door.You locked every single gate.You sent them to the left door.The back door.The spiral case.And locked every single one.

But here’s the thing-even now.Even after all of this.You can still turn around.You can still drop the act.Tear down the altars.Call on the Most High.While there’s still breath in your lungs.

Will He hear?

That’s between you and Him.Who knows?He might.But don’t mistake My presence here for a game.You watched Me come and go.You pretended I wasn’t standing right there.At your gate.At your office.At your dinner table.You saw Me.

And you looked the other way.Now I’m asking you-can you fight My WORD?Not my people.Not my messengers.My BELOVED ‘WORD’.

Because what I’ve spoken is going to stand.And when it lands-when it falls-you’re going to know exactly who sent it.My people’s time is in my hands…The time is now.Not tomorrow.Not next week.Not when you feel ready.Now.

So here’s the headline, folks:

The trouble’s coming-but not for everybody.The ones who’ve turned back.Who’ve humbled up.Who’ve said “I’m listening”?You all are going to be fine.Fine like “watched the whole thing go down from the safest seat in the house.”But the ones who played god?

The ones who crushed the poor and laughed at the widows?The ones who rewrote truth and called it progress?The ones who saw My messengers and slammed every door?Main door.Left door.Back door.Spiral case door.And locked every single one.And built tunnels to hide from Me?

You?You’re going to see what it looks like.When the Most High shows up to settle accounts.That’s the WORD.That’s the promise.And that’s what’s standing.

Now go ahead.As always-Mooock the WORD.Scoooff at the WORD.Laaaugh at the WORD.Crrry at the WORD.Shaaake at the WORD.Or sit there and let the WORD percolate.

But don’t say nobody told you.

If ‘the stone the builders’ rejected  =Is ‘the cornerstone.’

Opinion is SOLELY the author’s – The ‘Dum’ Word Oracle-unless otherwise stated!