Woe unto you, you hypocrites
False apostles and deceitful workers
Brood of vipers and whitewashed tombs
You traverse sea and land to make one convert, and when he's made
Then you make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves

We are the Word made flesh again!
We are the reincarnation of Jesus Christ
Christ is no longer a man
He's a people! You and I carry like Mary
We will bring forth the Christ
The Second Coming is the Becoming of the Lord
(Brian Simmons, author of The Passion Translation)

Blasphemy! Heresy!
Can’t you see this is from the mouth of the devil himself?
Your favorite preacher is an agent of Satan!
Did you get your tongues from the serpent as well?

Did you get your tongues from the serpent?

They lie to your face, promise the nicest things
(Your soul turned a profit)
They blame your lack of faith for all your suffering!
(Defiling the pulpit)

If mystical experience is your focus, you’ve lost sight of Jesus!
Seeking work of The Spirit already long departed
Give away your funds for rent, have you received your blessing yet?
Your best life may be now if your eternal life is in hell!

Diminishing the Lord to an ineffectual affirmer and
Elevating yourselves to gods like the serpent’s promise!
Ignoring doctrines clear in the scripture
Using Jesus name as a magic word for your New Age Pagan incantations!

Maybe those who seem deceived just want to be deceived themselves
Being fed exactly what your itching ears all want to hear
Is there hope in saving sinners who’ll choose sin over their saviour?
In the end, it seems hell's what you’d prefer!

This is not a secondary issue!
The gospel’s defiled and a soul-killing imprecation has replaced it!

You’ve blasphemed His Holy Name for your brain-sick fantasies and your self-enriching deception!
You’ve proclaimed yourself God and defecated on His throne!
You are of your father, the devil!

You’ve seduced the weak, and carried them out of the right way into by-paths and blind thickets of error, and blasphemy, and wickedness, where they are now lost forever! (Thomas Brooks, Puritan)
If any of you still have ears to hear

Run!
Get out!
Get out!
Get out of your heretic church!

They lie to your face, promise the nicest things
(Your soul turned a profit)
They blame your lack of faith for all your suffering!
(Defiling the pulpit)
How many false prophecies until you give up the sham?
(Feeding your sugared poison!)
With every wicked drivel, you spit on the blood of the Lamb!
(Spewing golden delusion!)

Run!
Get out!
Get out of your heretic church!