For the impurity of this life has captured the day.

Innocence is now lost without a tinkers sound,

As serpents of the night lurk surreptitiously around.

For they coil in madness at the new Kings feet,

And clamor for his favor by devouring those he seeks.

So stand fast now, and position thyself to resist,

Less the new King of darkness declares that God no longer exist.

For it is of his desire to see, the masses all fall upon bended knee.

And worship to him at his cloven feet.

So lift up your eyes now, and seek not the darkness, but the lighted way.

Less you too find that your soul has also been betrayed.

Betrayed not by the light, but by the pride of life,

For haughty have, we become in our insatiable desire to touch the sun.

Thus doing so, we have opened wide the doors of eternal night,

And loosed the serpents which were once bound tight.

Therefore giving rise to the King of pride,

whose mantra exclaims, “God has died”

So hearken quickly to this soon to be, silent souls lament,

And give unto the one true God both your heart and mind,

and repent.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004