“False prophets, step forward. Heaven’s court is in session.” They said they spoke in God’s own name, But they twisted His words for earthly fame. Built empires on His holy flame, But the fire of grace don’t play that game. They dressed in suits, spoke slick and clean, But hearts like serpents behind the screen. Preached about love, but chased the green, Now truth returns — the fall’s unseen. False prophets fall — no warning call, You traded grace for protocol. Your tongues built thrones, your pride too tall, Now mercy flips and breaks it all. You said, “Give seed, and God will bless.” But He ain’t cash, He’s righteousness. You drained the poor, sold them stress, While Heaven marked your false address. You quoted verses, skipped the weight, Of love and truth you used to bait. You turned God’s word into clickbait, Now grace ignites — too late, too late. You can’t manipulate what’s free, You can’t box grace with “follow me.” The Spirit ain’t your property, He don’t serve greed or fake decree. You built a brand, not a bridge, You sold His cross for gold and fridge. You preached from thrones, from holy ridge, But grace just tore your self-made bridge. You said, “Obey me, I’m anointed,” But Heaven saw what pride appointed. You crowned yourself, self-disjointed, Now grace stands up — the lie’s exploited. The church ain’t stage lights, smoke, and show, It’s broken hearts that need to grow. But you sold hope for profit flow, Now Spirit’s fire says, “Let go.” False prophets fall — your masks decay, Your empty words will fade away. You claimed His name for your own pay, But truth demands the debt today. The Word ain’t yours — it’s living flame, You can’t rebrand the Holy Name. You used His fame for earthly gain, Now judgment calls — you face the same. Repent or run, no middle ground, Grace ain’t weak — it shakes the sound. The Lion’s roar — the trumpet found, False prophets crumble — truth unbound. You promised healing for a price, You played with souls like loaded dice. You smiled sweet but hearts were ice, Now grace cuts deep — it don’t play nice. Your ministry’s built on man’s applause, But God ain’t fooled — He knows the cause. You broke His sheep, you bent His laws, Now justice wakes — Heaven draws. You said, “Believe in me, I’ll show the way,” But the way was Christ — you led astray. You silenced truth, told doubt to stay, Now grace breaks through the lies you play. The Spirit moves where gold can’t buy, You sold the well and let men die. But now their tears reach Heaven’s sky, False prophets fall — your kingdom’s lie. No more wolves in shepherd skin, No more frauds disguised as kin. Grace unmasks what hides within, And fire begins where lies have been. He’s purging pulpits, shaking halls, Tearing down man-made walls. Heaven’s mercy still calls — But false prophets — judgment falls. You can’t fake the oil when the fire comes, You can’t trick truth when the trumpet drums. You can’t preach peace while chasing sums, You can’t hide pride when judgment hums. The Lamb returns with eyes of flame, Your clout can’t stand, your brand’s in shame. Grace ain’t blind — it knows your name, False prophets fall — and none to blame.
