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And Men, have you no honor?
Sagging your dignity below your knees,
You walk shirtless, muscles exposed,
as though your body were an idol to be worshipped.
lost in a cycle of rebellion mistaken for freedom.

For pride sake, you strip yourselves,
turning your flesh into a snare.
Cover yourselves, for God is watching!

In the name of fashion, nudity is praised.
Girls, stripping bare, selling their bodies to the gaze,
men devouring them with eyes that burn—
but tell me, when did shame become confidence?
When did modesty become outdated?

"He who looks at a woman with lust
has already committed adultery in his heart."
Yet we dress to tempt, and call it empowerment.
sin is called normal, and purity is called foolish.

In the name of celebrities, we mimic demons.
Demonic styles, painted faces, occult symbols—
we tattoo our flesh with curses,
We worship the things that will soon perish.
We alter our bodies and question God,
"Why did You make me this way?"
Oh, the audacity! Oh, the rebellion!

Even I, I confess
was caught in the chains of vanity,
worshiping the gold around my neck,
not knowing I was binding my own destiny.

In the name of music, we defile ourselves.
In the name of quick money, pornography thrives.
In the name of entertainment, holiness is mocked.
And now, the church that once preached righteousness
has become like the world it was commanded to save.

Repent! Repent! Repent before it is too late!
Before the fire consumes, before the judgment falls!
Oh sisters, oh mothers, oh brothers and fathers return!
Before the gates are shut, before mercy fades,
before the truth you called a legend becomes the fire licking at your heels.

REPENT!
For this is no myth—this is truth!

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