Wonderland

Alice is not the only one stuck in Wonderland. Where brilliant people do ignorant things and become self indulged fiends. Grasping at theory and embracing hate not knowing love clearly. Nuclear respect and spiritual neglect. Humanity stuck on lust repeat skipping to an evil beat. Human disguised demons within the flesh feeding. Pillar of salts forming because no one is ignoring Sodom and Gomorrah burning. The world enjoys the suffering and screaming regardless of Christo’s bleeding. Children watching mother cry as daddy stands by on stand by, not even picking up a phone to say high. Evil holy men preaching against their own everyday sin. Not knowing the course to freedom because the map is burnt black, and human bodies stack as souls fall flat. Lord keep me on the path out off this Wonderland. I yearn to be a saved man from a damned land far from the perfection of Eden. In You I’m steady believing. Knowing that the light on the other side of the rabbit hole is Heaven.

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Not Knowing

This may be the last time I speak to you. Not knowing what tomorrow may bring to you or I. However, something needs to be said before one us is dead. This is not a wish for death, but a prayer for life. For you to live and strive in Gods grace. You need to know your sin was erased. You need to know your royalty and your above the enemy. You must change before you die. Chances and more is what was given, so you can stop liven the way you have been liven. I judge you not, for I know you not, but I love you enough not to see you rot. I may die tomorrow, but not before I preach the Gospel to your sorrow. The next moment is not promised, so take this second to mend self and let Christ fix. Yeah, you herd of people like me trying to fix your life. However, I never said I could fix you, all I can do is share with you before I die. In hope that you will do the same for another before death kisses your lips. Through this I pray that God has healed you from His finger tips. So if this is my last words before I never wake, find Christ for your sake. Do not just keep making the same redundant mistake. For there will be a moment that you won’t wake.

Mistake

I made a mistake when forgot my place, forgot my vows, forgot the cost of a mistake. I ran into a friend, she knew me from way back when. She smiled as she walked to me shaking her hips. You could almost see the lust drip from her lips. She had every man’s attention wearing a red low cut, split dress with matching pumps. She had a pick of so many men, men that women usually yield to, but she walks right past them up to me. She asked if I remembered her, because she remembered her Lincoln Lee. My stomach seized, my heart fluttered. This girl was smooth like butter, dark hair, and icy blue eyes, curves in all the right spots, she batted her eyes as she thought up various plots. She grabbed my left hand and twirled my ring, she smirked and said you’ll always be my king. She directed my hand on her small of her back, whispered in my ear, she likes it like that. I knew I was in trouble, this women came along and bursted my bubble. Visions started to flash in my head, seeing my kids being tucked in bed, seeing my wife crying alone, seeing my ministry come to a stop for the lust I condoned, seeing myself burning for sins of the flesh, from one dumb decision, my life becoming a mess. Then all of a sudden I herd a familiar voice say get off my man, as I already have started to let go of this women’s hand. I seen my wife standing over her, as my wife knocked her to the floor with slap. Then she turned around a yelled is that what you want, is this the trash you want to flaunt. I said no I want you, but she started to reach back to knock me flat, but on impact I woke. I looked to the side and seen my wife smile as she asked me am I alright. I said yeah, just a nightmare of life I would not dare. You see, many fall to this tragedy daily. Not thinking of the cost of the emotional and spiritual loss. Lust of the flesh is a ball of mess that keeps you webbed in vat of lies. No truth to self, no truth at all, but only of one certainty. That lust will devour and you will fall.

Thumbs Up

​How can we ever find out who we are if we are waiting for people to tell us whom we are? A thumbs up on FB will never enhance or decrease our value. Having an extreme stance will not show others how down we are for a cause. A selfie will not truly show who we are or some other angle that says Im more attractive than yesterday. How hood and street I am by smoking and drinking. How sanctified we are by all of the religious quotes and memes we can copy and paste. For really its none of anyones buisness about who we vote for or not. No one will guilt us in on if we dont vote or if we stand or kneel for the national anthem. Our value is not measured on how large our friends list is, how lit  we can get.  How real we are by our deep thinking comments and statements. Im so #BLACKLIVESMATTER, #BLUELIVESMATTER, #ALLLIVESMATER, #PROCHOICE, #PROLIFE, #EXTREMELEFT, #EXTREMERIGHT, we literally can keep hash tagging the mess out of things and at the end of the day it still will not truly define us. As we lay down and go to bed with our phone on, waiting to hear a notification on some social media that says we are valuable or our thoughts count or if some one thinks Im good looking or the billionth pic of our kids and baby say how much they mean to us. We linger on the approval of the masses and we make it biblical in our lives. People taking their lives because the percentage of the people on their social media doesnt like or share their status. Individuals literally screaming out into virtual space, hoping some one cares, some one hears, some one liked my comment. The need to go viral, becomes a virus within its self. We are dictated and moved around like social ponds on a game board that has no real value, that has no real concept of whom we are other than if Im single or not. Humanity is so much more than a thumbs up on FB, the next Youtube challenge, the next food tweet, the next politically correct statement! I have always said that humanity could get so lost that it confuses its self. Think about it!! We feed off social networks that we seek to define us by statements people make directly or indirectly about us. We record live feeds and become a quick commercial in our social groups, we look to the blue globe at the top to see if anyone has engaged us in a dialogue. Hoping we have made an impact on enough people to become socialy accepted within the “in” croud. We yearn for sympathy when we hurt, answers with questions we may have, some one to tell us our babies are cute or we are talented, etc. The only thing left to do is to jack our brains into our mobile attachments, wich allows for a quicker and easier interface. My goal is not to insult you, its just simply to say you are literally more valuable than FB, YOUTUBE, Twitter, Snapchat, etc. Your best comment on FB could never, ever tell anyone whom you really are deep inside. Your best selfie can never truly capture your beauty. Dont tell your secrets to FB, because its literally telling thousands or millions of others. Use social media as a tool, not you a tool to become for social media. WE ARE MORE!!! Its that simple. Humanity is more complex than a social engine that puts a number on us. Im Lincoln L. Mazion, and theres nothing you can literally read on any of my social medias that will show whom I am. You may get an idea, you even may think you know, but unless you meet me truly. You will never know me. For I am so much more and highly favored! However, theres something I know about you!!! YOU ARE MORE!!!!! Tell FB to analize that, lol!

Can’t Be Like You

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I can’t be you. I can’t hate someone just because of their skin tone is lighter or darker. I can’t judge you and I never been in your shoes. I can’t be your friend and talk behind your back as an enemy. I can’t be you. I can’t talk about God then turn around and hate you. I can’t call your sin a sin and justify my sin. I can’t be you. I can’t hate the way you hate. I can’t fight the way you fight. I can’t disregard your life like you were nothing. I can’t be you. I can’t make anyone feel inferior like you do. I can never be superior like you. Built in perfection like you and look down at people because of it like you. I can’t choose sides like you. My people verses your people like you. I can’t be white like you, I can’t be black like you, I can’t be Hispanic like you, I can’t be Asian like you, I can’t be European like you, I can’t be African like you, I can’t be Indian like you, I can’t be Native American like you, I can’t be South American like you, I can’t be Canadian like you, I can’t be a woman like you, I can’t be a man like you, I can’t be a child like you, and I don’t want to be like you. I can’t be like you, because I know I’m just like you. For yesterday is yesterday and tomorrow is yet come, I like you, wonder what our future will learn from. They can’t be like us! They cannot be like me. They can’t be like you.

Can’t We Stop

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Why can’t we stop our hating, shades of skin segregating. Financially separating our humanity. Debating logical clues on religious views, neglecting spiritual jewels. Remarkable fluctuations on mind manipulation, leaving empty imprints on what was once humanity. Why can’t we stop our hating, our country is tearing. You see the streets bleeding, mother’s screaming. Leaders not leading, the dark is eclipsing. Can only breathe a breath at a time. Not ready to say goodbye. We can’t walk away from a messy table. Viewed as unstable, not capable, handicapped, disabled. Fighting the good fight, seems right. Why can’t we stop our hating, fear of what love may be actually creating. Strength in numbers, holding hands, celebrating.

Fair

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It’s not fair that bills are due and the money you have left is for your babies food. It’s not fair loved ones die, knowing you can’t just push their memory aside. It’s not fair you hurt and no one lends a shoulder wear your tear can fall upon their shirt. It’s not fair you were molested and the family member never payed or got arrested. It’s not fair struggling brings pain, Prince can’t try to comprehend your purple rain. It’s not fair your spouse cheated on you, never, ever to be that dream come true. It’s not fair you were beat as a child from which your anger grew wild. It’s not fair you can’t win for loosing, trying to endure what life does bring. It’s not fair life has raped you, and your left without a clue. It’s just not fair that pain turns to agony, agony into despair. It’s not fair Death keeps time up to your flatline. There is much that’s not fair it’s obvious from your single tear. However, Jesus died to make all of that disappear, He shed your tear, He bled and died with no fear, He judges the enemy that tortured you eternally. He is your champion because He can take it all. Things aren’t fair, but Christ paid your debt. So why complain about a bill you won’t ever have to see again. Why complain about blood lost when Jesus blood payed your cost. Now pause…………..you really shouldn’t suffer or feel lost. Leave your burdens with the One that knows how to handle them. Mad Love For All

A Testimony

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Twisted blades leave the enemy a mess, he thought I wouldn’t bring my sword and be that ruthless. Two figures stood in the dust, but after the dust settled I walked away leaving the devil. A force of nature is what God made me, forcing demons to call the cops for armed battery against me. Yearning for the day of judgement, watching my God shake the pavement. Riddling this world with Holy Ghost Scripture, rattling the ground until humanities vanity falls out it’s reflective picture. God said He would never flood the earth again, but He never said He wouldn’t set it on fire. Here I stand with the matches and gas can in my hand, not for death for spiritual fire that will take you higher. Drink the cup with me and break bread, let’s walk into the land of the dead. Preaching and teaching from the Holy Manuscript, souls are gathered while others are torn and ripped. Leaving demons scared on their crypt. Judgement day is at hand, just don’t understand why other Christians don’t fight and stand. Eden isn’t burning it’s burnt. So what from the Bible have learnt, to be quiet, and whisper. I think not, learn from Lot, learn how to walk away from the inferno of Sodom and Gomorrah. The devil is the virus and I know the cure. I stand surrounded by the enemy with no fear, because I’m not stuck in this world with them, they are stuck in here with me. I’m their tragedy, they know the God in me, watch how I teach them the story of Lincoln Lee.

Accomplices

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We are accomplices to worldly annihilation through our hesitation or denial in spiritual direction. Our roots of promised  love for our loved becomes vague thoughts to the certain few while love for others is thrown to oblivion. What constitutes us as humans in definition through action is what constitutes us as hate mongers against others. A global need for a piece of peace is dictated by our hate for the Prince of Peace in our indirect or direct action of hate against pure love. Thus, not us knowing love fully without first loving someone we truly hate by Godly design by creed or color. Why are we so fixed on the technicality and not the simplicity of life in love with all that is Gods creation past our prejudices. The hypocrite inside of us says, ” Im not this way, but the Truth says…….. So in your love can you see hate and if you see any hate can you honestly know pure love?

Not the Illest

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I was not born into this world the illest, but rather the realest. I do not need swag, swag needs me. Not a pimp, don’t like playing boy games. That’s why one women remains with me. Don’t need to be a boss when I am a grown man, head of my house. Don’t need to hang with the boys, when I can hang with the King of Kings. You can’t find me in the in crowd, the crowd is to busy trying to be real. And I already told you I was born real. I leave the fake stuff for the radio and tv shows. Fads come and go, I stay unique head to toe. I’m real as far as being a Man goes.