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!