The Critique of Mammonhomet

Today’s world a chaotic gone, Lies in sly a'Babylon, That came to be a polemic, With filth of doctrine a chronic sick, That claims to know the truth so well, But in truth their pride doth swell, Just before his lightning fall, So full of pride all in all, Stubborn as was, is can be, whom speaks against this misery, Will no to live but death to be, One thing for sure, that strong men gone, Where are they now to defend the fawn? All flesh is built, but hearts so weak, Call them strong, in truth they meek, Seeing this way, the brute take charge, Endless torment to the marge. What’s so strange that religion calls, To confuse the minds of one an all’s, Diabolical though! Not only who preach, But sheeps that thrives this insidious speech, No not where, they head to be, They fall as prey to this heresy, That lingers along not without, But in the hearts of those who doubt. Appeals the strength of God we know’r, Denies the humility which more a’glore, Came for one and only one reason alow, To submit all to Mammonhomet below, It seems so strange a candy’s wrap, In its kernel a’full of crap, That is what excites those hearts, Filled with ‘I’s so torn aparts, If thou speak a word to it, In your face shall all doth spit, Mock thee till you feel remorse’d, Of the true truth you discoursed, So much so, isolated you feel, Hard to come by and get a meal, That even your own rejected you, Now I feel truly blue, But I say, a Poet’s word, Strength yourself, an Eagle’s Bird, Soar high and let none beat you down, Hold firm to Crucem, lest you drown, Keep at it, so long as you live, For the Triune One will graciously give, True reward of eternal bliss, A vision of his Godhead, never a’miss.