A Man Is Lost

I twist my speech to seem, and be, as white and spotless bone. Silence 'flecting, like a mirror, on the wall to show man, so hypocrite and liar. This is who we are. Man! The curse of sin has brought you far, into the pits of lusting pyre. Engulf our spirit's flame. Set afire desire for spit and skin, bitter sweat, blood, and orifices. The dawning of Aquarius. The sun has set on Pices. This crooked generation, like as Sodom and Gomorrah. As that faithful Lot, I am, and live amongst the tares. My neighbors live and speak as I, when I can find no faith. I guilty of the same as they, the Scripture saith. I e'er be found in heaven... it be not that I am good. Nor can I love God enough to trust Him as I should. My own love and faith is full of fault and fear. My faults and fears, my sin, is loud and clear. If Father, Son, and Holy Ghost impute not Life, a man is lost.