My Dear World

MY DEAR WORLD! Now fabrication is at capacity Juxtaposition of the old and new And sequestration of the new from old The world has grown old with newness of life And men abandon age to be born again With the paraphernalia of a modern world And the truth of a corporeal God As though God has never been and As though His nature adapts with time. The abode of God men abuse and abscond To seek Him elsewhere with the fullness of heart There they abhor and speak vile of His Home. Yet in the abode of God are many ignorant Who care not and whose lives are averse To deter others from knowledge of Him. Thus shall Satan become the Son of Righteousness To prove that there is no God where He is!