Inspired by: Cessationists as Mass Murderers

Yo, this one’s for the heresy hunters,
The doubters, the shunners, the theology blunders.
We got corpses in the millions, you feel me?
Yeah, let’s go.

Cessationists, you’re killers, mass murder in disguise,
Burying the truth while the sick meet demise.
You twist up the gospel, leaving healing untaught,
While the blood drips down from the lives you forgot.

You blame the faithful, yeah, you play that card,
Your arguments crumble, your tactics are flawed.
But the doctrine’s divine, straight from the throne,
Repentance and healing, both clearly shown.

You point fingers while the graves stack high,
Refuse to preach healing, let the people die.
Every soul you neglect, their blood’s on your hands,
Mass murderers of faith, yeah, you’ve taken your stand.

Dig deep, the truth cuts sharper than a knife,
Jesus bore sickness, gave the prayer of life.
But you silence the message, bury it deep,
Watch as the broken suffer, and the faithful weep.

Your doubts and your silence, they just leave a trace,
God’s Word stands firm, it don’t need your embrace.
If you ain’t preaching healing, then what’s your role?
You’re a butcher of hope, you’re killing the soul.

Dig yourself out from that mountain of death,
Every doubter you fed takes another last breath.
Preachers of doubt, your rhetoric’s fake,
You gamble with lives; now, feel the stake.

Thousands upon thousands, their lives erased,
While you distort the gospel with your prideful haste.
Your refusal’s the weapon, your silence the blade,
Mass murder on repeat, the cost you’ve made.

You point fingers while the graves stack high,
Refuse to preach healing, let the people die.
Every soul you neglect, their blood’s on your hands,
Mass murderers of faith, yeah, you’ve taken your stand.

For every life you neglected, your efforts derail,
The truth of the Scripture? It’s an endless trail.
Jesus healed the sick, He showed us the way,
But you bury the gospel with the lies you say.

Don’t blame the faithful who teach healing right,
When you never taught healing, you abandoned the light.
Every life that’s lost, every soul left to die,
Is another indictment, hear the heavens cry.

Cessationists, stop hiding, the blood is thick,
You’re drowning in corpses, your actions so quick.
Preach healing or perish, the stakes are clear,
The Word is alive, let the gospel appear.

You point fingers while the graves stack high,
Refuse to preach healing, let the people die.
Every soul you neglect, their blood’s on your hands,
Mass murderers of faith, yeah, you’ve taken your stand.