The Bee

Cloaked in naked, dress while the absence of morality exudes from her confidence
Masquerading as an angel of light skin, melanin, she has a flattering tongue
Her sexy voice has seduced more women than men
She turned deception, gospel
Igniting the feminist abortionist and even lay-members to aid her musical
foolishness
Using their bodies as instruments of unrighteousness, playing her tunes over
them
Bathing in her depravity, takin' it on as their own skin
They have a become clones, quoting her
Being in the world and of it
Adding on to the flesh and not cutting it
Allowing the lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes and pride to lead them to dark
places
To drink from Jezebel’s fountain of youth that keeps you immature in your faith
Causing women to throw shade at each other for fear of being exposed in the
light
This queen bee has stung you
The buzzing of her sweet honey songs are dripping from your ears
And you taste her sugar, laced with poison
Wearing it as a necklace with each lyric beaded a scripture
She got your ears ringing and you can’t hear the Holy Spirit calling you to
pick up your Bible and read it
The only sound proof to cure deafness
Do not love the world but you’re too hungover from being drunk in love to see
the destiny’s, a child of the devil
Women in pews got blurred vision
Better yet, double vision and a double mind
Unstable in all her ways
Bee is preaching to the choir
Directing them to notes that are off-key with God’s words so you question his
commands
A strong delusion seals the consciousness of those who know no better to be
flooded by contradiction
Jumping in leotards too tight to breathe
Strangling the Holy Spirit, so He won’t loosen up your grip on your idol
You’ve bowed down to the beehive
Let her nest swarm you and woo you to her palace built on the sand
Why do you let her defile your consecrated soul?
She crawls on her belly, makes you dance out of your clothes
Unlike David, who slew Goliath with a rock
The only rock you align with is, not the one of your salvation
But the symbol that solidifies your degradation
When we don’t drink from the fountain of living waters, we suffer from
dehydration
Turned lifeless and blue, Ivy stuck in our veins, pumping lies into our system
Telling us that our Bible is outdated
But should the beehive come charging at me?
Tell them that I’m wearing my protective gear
Draped in Ephesians six, my gauntlet, holding the sword of the spirit to discern
Blessed is the man who walks not
In the counsel of the ungodly nor stand in the way of sinners
Nor sit in the seat of the scornful
But his delight, her delight is in the law of the Lord
The hive mind needs to submit to the lordship of Christ removing the sting of
death
So the next time Beyoncé hands you lemons
Inspect the tree that fruit is growing on
Tap its roots and ask them to whisper the dirty secrets of sin
Implanted in her ground before you make lemonade, poisonin' everyone with this
drink
She has many recipes for your fall
Autumn-matically making you a slave to her master recordings
Profiting off you buying into her doctrine
Though Jesus said, «My sheep hear my voice»
And the stranger’s voice they will not obey
Beyoncé all on your mouth like liquor
You’re too hung over, so the word of God can’t sober you
Dangerously in love with delusion
And a strong one is needed to bind WO-man tryin' to overtake your soul
Greater is He that is within you
Than she who claims to «run the world, girls»
I know it doesn’t feel good to have someone cast down your idol,
but it’s necessary
When such a one has been exalted to the status of God
So I am taking her captive and holding her hostage to the word of God
Because Jesus is the only one that can set her and you free
Because remember that every bee who has a buzz is not a queen