Being a secular artist is a soul wrenching job. I mean, you sell the souls of people for pennies. You call it ENTERtainment, but what you are really doing is creating evil atmosphere which enables demons to ENTER the minds and souls of men. Wooow… Is this really what you want to be known for, a Demonic Messenger? You create the atmosphere for demons to destroy, steal or even kill people. Wooow…

While praises invite the Presence of God, you can’t deny what secular songs invites into people’s lives (lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes, and pride of life). You may defend your stand saying that secular songs aren’t any big deal, but hey, demons don’t play. Okay?

John 14:30 AMP_ “I will not talk with you much more, for the prince (evil genius, ruler) of the world is coming. And he has no claim on Me. [He has nothing in common with Me; there is nothing in Me that belongs to him, and he has no power over Me.]”

John 14:31 AMP_ “But [Satan is coming and] I do as the Father has commanded Me, so that the world may know (be convinced) that I love the Father and that I do ONLY what the Father has instructed Me to do. [I act in full agreement with His orders.] Rise, let us go away from here.”

Dear artist, don’t think that you will escape the judgement God will bring on your “sinful” fans.

Luke 17: 1-2 AMP _ “And [Jesus] said to His disciples, Temptations (snares, traps set to entice to sin) are sure to come, but woe to him by or through whom they come! It would be more profitable for him if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were hurled into the sea than that he should cause to sin or be a snare to one of these little ones [lowly in rank or influence].”

Dear artist, it is through you that these fans are being tempted and sinning. Like a slave master, you are getting paid for the enslavement of these souls. That pay is what you call riches, fame, and fortune. Woe to you my dear.

Repent before you perish.

Dear secular artist, the devil is just using you. HE DOESN’T LOVE YOU.

Like slavery, you are acting as a Gatekeeper. Your judgement will come if you don’t REPENT.

Dear artist, are you really selling these souls of men for pennies? For fading wealth? For chaotic riches. REPENT!

How poor could you be?