Maranatha
Peace, an illusion.
A mass delusion,
A cone of confusion,
Has made an intrusion.
It is my conclusion
Excessive inclusion
With Satan’s collusion
Has led to occlusion.
We need a transfusion
Or perhaps perfusion
And quiet seclusion,
Not nuclear fusion.
Maranatha.
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