Sinking Sand
We live in the season of societal upheaval;
while the end of the age, draws near;
families are becoming divided by evil;
drowning in an ocean of fear.
We’ve seen the rise of a new pagan society;
many believing life; somehow, became;
God, replaced by an arrogant aristocrocy;
a world; without faith; gone insane.
This world is the picture of ancient Rome;
everyone worshiping a hero;
only through faith; is the way back home;
this world burns, to the fiddle of Nero.
Truth became turned upside-down;
wisdom was no longer revered;
ignoring truth; makes us the clown;
as our faith in God disappeared.
No human, born; is fit to become king;
only, in God, can we trust;
our faith in God can do anything;
without it; we are mere dust.
This kingdom belongs to the evil one;
tho the multitudes can no longer see;
we’ve a way to go; before we’re done;
only the truth can set us all free.
All pagan societies weren’t meant to last;
their flawed leaders didn’t understand;
lacking any faith; their die was soon cast;
their kingdom; built on sinking sand.
Monty 8/17/24. # 2,279