⚰️ ☠️ PREACH’S PARABLES: A DAILY RECKONING ☠️ ⚰️
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 “Hard Truth, Six Feet Deep” 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
📅 Thursday, March 14, 2025
A hand that gives, a hand that takes—
One builds the fire, one feeds the snakes.
A coin in need, a debt repaid,
A heart that gives is never swayed.
The miser hoards, the beggar pleads,
The rich man drowns in dying needs.
For gold untouched will rot like dust,
Yet kindness grows where hands hold trust.
A gift ain’t weight, a gift ain’t chain,
It ain’t for glory, ain’t for gain.
But those who give with schemes in mind,
Will find their hearts left cold and blind.
For wealth ain’t coin, nor power won—
But what you do when all is gone.
A generous soul leaves more than graves,
And writes their name on hearts that stay.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
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Love’s a fire, love’s a light—
A guiding star, a fearless fight.
It bends, it sways, it takes the test,
Yet in the storm, it stands its best.
The road is long, the nights grow cold,
Yet love won’t crack, and love won’t fold.
It speaks in silence, walks through flame,
And whispers strength through joy and pain.
A vow once made, a heart held true,
A love that time can’t burn through.
No fleeting want, no empty claim—
But fire that carves two souls the same.
The love that’s real won’t fade or tire—
It stands, it soars, it rises higher.
For those who keep it, strong and bright,
Will find their hearts set in the light.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
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📅 Tuesday, March 12, 2025
A tongue like honey, a voice so sweet,
A fool will dance to a liar’s beat.
They sing your name, they praise your might,
But flattery fades when out goes the light.
A mirror shines, but cracks still show,
No gilded words can truth outgrow.
A king once praised, a man once crowned,
Still finds his throne lies underground.
For silver tongues and serpent lies,
Will fatten fools before they die.
🔥 Beware the hand that pats your back—it’s feeling for the softest place to stick the knife. 🔥
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📅 Monday, March 11, 2025
A man once lost, a man once damned,
Walked through fire with bloodstained hands.
He sought the road, he sought the light,
But sins cast long their endless night.
He begged for peace, he begged for grace,
Yet mercy hides in shadows traced.
No coin could buy, no prayer could mend,
What fate had carved upon the wind.
Yet still he rode, yet still he bled,
For ghosts don’t rest until they’re fed.
A debt unpaid, a price unknown—
Some find their peace, and some atone.
🔥 Some roads lead home. Some roads lead deeper into the dark. 🔥
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📅 Sunday, March 10, 2025
A crown of iron, a hand of steel—
A throne held high by those who kneel.
Yet power leans on borrowed breath,
And rules with whispers bought in debt.
The king proclaims, the scepter falls,
Yet silence grips the hollow halls.
For fear may build a fleeting reign,
But fear will snap beneath the strain.
A fortress high, a guarded keep,
Yet walls will crack where shadows creep.
The mighty boast, the mighty take,
Yet power rots when built on fake.
A ruler feared, a ruler blind—
The blade still waits, the hands still bind.
For those who rise on others’ pain,
Will find their power washed in rain.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
🔥 #PreachsParables 🔥 #DailyReckoning 🔥 #HardTruthSixFeetDeep 🔥 #PowerCorrupts 🔥 #EmpiresCrumble 🔥 #AllDebtsGetPaid 🔥
📅 Saturday, March 9, 2025
A gilded spine, a silver tongue—
A tale well-told, a lie well-spun.
The weight of gold, the gleam of ink,
Yet wisdom drowns where fools still drink.
The reader kneels, the reader prays,
Yet never turns past empty praise.
They bless the script, they hail the name,
Blind to the rot beneath the frame.
A gilded page, a hollow creed,
A sermon sold to those in need.
Yet when the fire licks the skin,
The cover burns, the truth stands thin.
The wise see past the shining veil,
The fools still buy what’s up for sale.
A pretty mask, a fragile reed,
The cover glows, yet souls still bleed.
What glitters bright may rot within—
Judge not the book, but what it spins.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
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📅 Friday, March 7, 2025
He stands so tall, he speaks so sweet—
Silver tongue and poison feet.
A bottle raised, a promise sold,
Cures the sick and turns lead to gold.
He walks through towns, he spreads his lies,
With hollow hands and hungry eyes.
For every fool who pays the toll,
He buys another wretched soul.
The lame still limp, the blind don’t see,
Yet still they buy, yet still believe.
A snake will shed, but don’t be fooled—
The fangs remain, the venom pooled.
The road is long, the truth runs deep,
And every liar sows what they reap.
For when the hourglass runs dry,
The cure won’t work, and frauds still die.
He sells the dream, he peddles grace—
Yet hell awaits the hollow face.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
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📅 Thursday, March 6, 2025
She circles high, she waits, she spies—
A vulture cloaked in preacher’s guise.
She sings of care, she sings of grace,
Yet feasts on those who lose the race.
She whispers kindness, sows the seed,
Yet drinks from wounds that others bleed.
A hollow heart, a starving tongue,
That feeds on trust and calls it love.
She claims to build, she claims to guide,
Yet leaves no home where souls can hide.
A preacher’s hymn, a serpent’s hiss,
Each promise fades, consumed by mist.
The wind don’t lie, the bones don’t cheat,
The sky sees all beneath its feet.
For those who take but never give,
Shall not be mourned where vultures live.
She sings the song, she plays the part—
But leaves the world with hollowed hearts.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
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📅 Wednesday, March 5, 2025
A voice that cries, but builds no stone—
A prophet speaks, yet stands alone.
He calls for faith, he calls for grace,
Yet leaves no mark in time or place.
He mocks the hands that carve and play,
Yet offers none but empty praise.
A pauper crowned with stolen gold,
Who sings of fire, but shivers cold.
A prophet’s tongue, a beggar’s trade,
He leeches off what others made.
And when the harvest comes to reap,
He takes the grain, but leaves no seed.
The grave remembers, the dust won’t lie,
A hollow voice is doomed to die.
For those who preach but never build,
Are buried deep by those with will.
The hollow prophet speaks so proud—
Yet fades unheard beneath the crowd.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
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📅 Tuesday, March 4, 2025
A tongue speaks clean, a hand drips red—
Preaching virtue, while the soul is dead.
A mask of grace, a heart of stone,
A man stands tall, but not his own.
They bless the crowd, then curse the weak,
Turn from justice, but claim to seek.
A holy robe, a lying tongue,
Hymns of truth with poison sung.
A man may kneel, a man may pray,
But deeds done dark won’t wash away.
For what’s concealed behind a grin,
Is tallied still in books of sin.
The grave remembers, the dust won’t lie,
No gilded tongue escapes the sky.
And those who speak with forked deceit,
Find judgment waiting at their feet.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
A man may fool the world’s blind eyes—
But the reaper sees through all disguise.
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📅 Monday, March 3, 2025
A name spit out, a promise betrayed—
Respect ain’t begged, it’s carved and paid.
A hand held high, then left to fall,
A man undone by his own gall.
Mock the wise, spit on the past,
See how long your shadow lasts.
The road runs short, the fire turns cold,
When arrogance walks where men once told.
A sneer, a curse, a coward’s grin,
Leaves a man with no way in.
For bridges burned in reckless pride,
Stand as tombstones side by side.
The grave remembers, the dust won’t lie,
No honor lingers where respect has died.
And the man who sneers at those before,
Finds his name scratched on death’s locked door.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
A fool may rise, but he won’t stand tall—
When his back breaks from his own downfall.
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📅 Sunday, March 2, 2025
A throne too high, a debt unpaid—
Privilege taken, not rightly made.
A crown passed down through hands unclean,
Built on bones where men have been.
Gold may shine, but truth runs deep,
A stolen harvest is never sweet.
A kingdom raised on another’s toil,
Roots set in blood, land turned to spoil.
A man may climb on another’s back,
Step by step, to keep his track.
But the weight he placed, the wounds he gave,
Dig his own unmarked grave.
The silver spoon and velvet lie,
Don’t change the debt when it’s time to die.
For the hands that take and never pay,
Find their reckoning on judgment day.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
A seat unearned, a favor sold—
The devil waits for fortunes stole.
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📅 Saturday, March 1, 2025
The stage is set, the fires burn—
Some come to play, some never return.
Strings may break and voices crack,
But the strong drink deep and never look back.
The battle ain’t fair, the stakes ain’t low,
The weak get swallowed, the bold let go.
A howl, a roar, a pounding drum,
No mercy given—just blood and rum.
A song ain’t just notes—it’s a blade, a bite,
A war cry screamed in the dead of night.
No second chances, no retreat, no doubt,
It’s all in the fire, the sweat, the shout.
You can fade like smoke or strike like steel,
A ghost in the dark or a legend real.
Win or lose, the battle’s done,
But only the savage drink from the sun.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
The weak get buried, the strong stand tall—
And the boldest drink from the skulls of them all.
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📅 Friday, February 28, 2025
“A glass is raised, a toast is made—
A hand too steady, a debt unpaid.
The bottle laughs, the bottle sings,
It crowns the beggar and the kings.“
A sip to warm, a sip to drown,
One lifts you up, one drags you down.
The tongue grows loose, the steps grow light,
The morning begs to set things right.
A pact is sealed in whiskey’s burn,
A fool won’t see the tide has turned.
The pour runs dry, the song grows thin,
And still he lifts his glass again.
🔥 Some debts get paid in coin. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
The man who drinks to chase the night
Will find himself the morning’s bite.
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📅 Thursday, February 27, 2025
“A smile too sweet, a word too slick—
Deceit moves quiet, steady, and quick.
A whisper drips like honeyed gold.
But poison hides in lies retold.“
A tongue can weave a velvet noose,
Each silver thread a twisted truth.
A promise made, a vow so tight,
Yet shadows shift beneath the light.
A serpent’s grin, a preacher’s plea,
A king’s decree that sets none free.
The hand that guides, the hand that takes,
One builds trust, the other breaks.
The liar feasts, his pockets swell,
But debts stack high where falsehoods dwell.
For every tale spun soft and bright,
The reckoning waits beyond the night.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
A truth once buried will always rise—
And strip the mask from hollow eyes.
🔥 #PreachsParables 🔥 #DailyReckoning 🔥 #HardTruthSixFeetDeep 🔥 #SerpentTongue 🔥 #AllDebtsGetPaid 🔥 #DeceitAndReckoning 🔥
📅 Wednesday, February 26, 2025
“The rot don’t shout—
It whispers low.
A roof don’t cave overnight—
It sags, it creaks, it tells you so.
But turn your back, let time slip by,
And the whole house falls, no reason why.”
Neglect don’t roar;
It creeps real slow.
A call you don’t return—
A truth you’ll never show.
A dream left cold on the shelf,
Quiet things sharpen all by themselves.
A man don’t lose his soul at once;
It drips away, bit by bit.
Day by day, a fading chance,
While he stares past what don’t fit.
One breath missed,
One promise too late.
The rot moves in—
No clean escape.
The grind don’t stop;
It don’t forgive.
Lay each brick, turn each stone—
Or shadows take what should’ve lived.
Let roots die in the dark unseen,
And the shadows will claim what might’ve been.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
The earth don’t hide what you neglect—
Shadows always find what’s been left unchecked.
🔥 #PreachsParables 🔥 #DailyReckoning 🔥 #HardTruthSixFeetDeep 🔥 #NeglectCosts 🔥 #TendTheGrind 🔥
📅 Tuesday, February 25, 2025
“A hand in the pocket, a blade in the back,
Thievery walks a well-worn track.
By night or by law, the takin’ is the same—
A thief by title still owns the shame.”
It creeps in the dark, silent and cold,
A story of greed, oft repeated, oft told.
But not all thieves slink in shadowed halls—
Some steal with a handshake in marbled walls.
The preacher who pockets salvation’s gold,
The lawman whose justice’s been bought and sold,
The politician with a silver tongue—
Stealin’ lives with songs well-sung.
The weight of theft ain’t measured in coin;
It drags on the soul, a shadow’s join.
You can feast today on stolen bread,
But reckonin’ waits at the graveyard’s head.
🔥 Some debts get paid in silver. Some get paid in blood. 🔥
**The earth don’t hide a thief’s trail—
Shadows always find the one who set sail.**
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📅 Monday, February 24, 2025
“Fate don’t knock; it kicks down the door,
Collecting the debts you chose to ignore.”
It waits in the shadows, silent and still,
Patient as time, cold as the kill.
Choices made in the heat of desire
Fuel the blaze of the funeral pyre.
You can run with the wind, outrun the day,
But Fate walks steady—it don’t lose its way.
A whisper in dreams, a chill in the bone,
It comes for the fool who stands all alone.
The gambler rolls dice, the preacher prays,
But Fate don’t flinch—it always stays.
You think you control the path you tread?
Fate’s just waiting at the end, instead.
💀 The lesson is grim, carved deep in the stone:
You make your moves—but you die alone.
🔥 #PreachsParables 🔥 #DailyReckoning 🔥 #HardTruthSixFeetDeep 🔥 #FateDon’tWait 🔥 #ChoicesAndConsequences 🔥 #DarkWisdom 🔥
📅 Saturday, February 22, 2025
“The higher the climb, the harder the fall;
Pride stands tall—but it buries us all.”
It wears a crown forged in vanity’s fire,
Eyes blind with hunger, climbing ever higher.
A voice that don’t listen, a heart cold as stone,
Believing the throne’s meant for them alone.
But the wind don’t bow, and the sky don’t break,
For fools who stand tall for their own ego’s sake.
The mountain remembers each step you take,
And pride feeds the fault line before it will quake.
The fall comes sudden—a cold, bitter snap,
As the ground greets the mighty with death’s quiet clap.
For the higher you climb to escape the low,
The deeper the grave when it’s time to go.
Pride don’t build—it breaks and burns;
It’s a lesson too late when the wheel turns.
🔥 #PreachsParables 🔥 #DailyReckoning 🔥 #PrideBeforeTheFall 🔥 #HardTruthSixFeetDeep 🔥 #SinAndConsequences 🔥 #DarkWisdom 🔥
📅 Friday, February 21, 2025
“A touch too sweet, a kiss too cursed,
Lust don’t love—it always takes first.”
It whispers in shadows with promises sweet,
A hunger that pulls you, drags you to defeat.
Soft lips and silk lies, a fire so warm,
But every flame’s edge hides the storm.
What glitters at twilight grows cold by dawn,
A lover’s smile fades when the soul is gone.
For lust makes no vows, it don’t claim a name,
It leaves you with ashes, regret, and shame.
It don’t ask forgiveness; it don’t offer grace,
Just tangled sheets and a hollow space.
The sweeter the fruit, the sharper the thorn,
It takes what it wants—then leaves you torn.
Desire don’t borrow; it always collects,
Leaving ruin and ruin alone, when it wrecks.
🔥 #PreachsParables 🔥 #DailyReckoning 🔥 #LustDontLove 🔥 #HardTruthSixFeetDeep 🔥 #SinAndConsequences 🔥 #DarkWisdom 🔥
📅 Thursday, February 20, 2025
“A man’s eyes can hunger for what ain’t his,
Longing for gold, glory, or a lover’s kiss.
But envy’s a fire that don’t warm the soul—
It burns from within, leaving nothing but coal.”
Some sins strike fast, some sins strike slow,
But envy creeps quiet where shadows grow.
It watches, it waits, with a serpent’s grin,
A whispering voice dragging souls to sin.
It don’t beg for a crown; it don’t crave the throne,
It just wants to tear down what it can’t call its own.
The green-eyed ghost don’t knock at your door,
It slips through the cracks, wanting more and more.
No riches will sate it, no love makes it whole,
It festers and feeds on a man’s weary soul.
You can pray, you can run, you can bargain and plead,
But envy plants deep—it’s a thorny weed.
And when the final toll comes due to be paid,
It won’t be gold or fame that’s laid.
Just ashes and echoes, where envy held sway,
For a soul turned hollow gets dragged away.
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📅 Wednesday, February 19, 2025
“A man may whisper, lies he may weave,
Soft as a shadow, quick to deceive.
But a word once spoken, a mark that won’t fade,
A cut runs deep, and the debt gets paid.”
Some words come with a weight. Some come with a stain.
And some, once spoken, won’t wash away with rain.
No preacher can bless them, no prayer can erase,
For a lie takes root once the seed has been placed.
It twists like a vine, thorned and unkind,
Latching to bone, too tangled to unwind.
It walks where you’ve been, it clings to your name,
A shadow behind you, a whisper of blame.
A hush in the doorway, a stare through the pane, A name on their lips that don’t die in the flame.
You can swear, you can plead, but the truth won’t shake,
For a tale once twisted is a noose that won’t break.
No mercy, no pardon, no words left to say,
Just fire and brimstone, where souls burn away.
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📅 Tuesday, February 18, 2025
“A man can cheat, he can steal, he can lie his way through life… but a debt unpaid is a demon that waits.” ☠️
Some debts come with a price. Some come with a name.
And some, once made, are forever claimed.
No preacher can bless them, no grave can contain,
For a debt made in blood is a debt that remains.
It don’t beg, it don’t barter, it don’t bow and it don’t break,
It just lingers in the dark—for the takin’ or the take.
It walks where you’ve been, it knows where you’ll go,
A shadow behind you, a mark on your soul.
A whisper at midnight, a knock at the door,
A weight on your chest that won’t lift no more.
You can ride, you can run, but you’ll never escape,
For a debt that ain’t paid is a hand that won’t shake.
No mercy, no bargains, no words left to say,
Just a cold empty carcass as a man fades away.
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