Abject Poverty

We live in a world of abject poverty;
physical; and spiritual; as well;
things are not what they ought to be;
the earth is a spiritual hell.

Every day, truth becomes subverted;
honor is displaced with lies;
good and evil are totally inverted;
a smile is the devil’s disguise.

Many, no longer, mean what they say;
only repeating what you want to hear;
the only reason we all act in this way;
most of our love, has turned into fear.

Gone, are the days, we can speak our mind;
for the cost, of such, is too high;
freedom was the landscape; God designed;
all will live free or die.

Death is not merely a physical experience;
that is only its temporary role;
instead, it’s the picture of deliverance;
heaven is home for the soul.

Death is rebirth in the spiritual realm;
restoring us to the arms of the Master;
all must personally put God at the helm;
to avert earth’s coming disaster.

We live in a kingdom of abject poverty;
all our reticence seems rather odd;
we are the cause; of what’s come to be;
it’s time we return to God.

Monty 7/22/23. # 1,697