like Lucifer, the angel who fell.
Public and proud they assault,
the innocent with insults and injuries,
using blunt objects of democratic speech,
to viral hatred that contaminates,
with twisted words, deceiving open minds.
What are they scheming, no one can tell?
funneling evil artistically, with a spell.
Wondering souls, darkened by the hour,
Comical they poke obtuse holes,
to curse the blessed peace off this land.
And with games of immorality,
they build their thrones with anarchy,
to stain and profane brands and names.
Moh, they laid to rest after the terror,
Yet they keep mocking the blessed Christ.
Wicked and nasty, they post to shame,
Claiming liberty, by horseback-riding,
human rights, and the public press.
Fearing no one, not even God. Wish they
did to escape his wrath to come.
I’m on my own, but I am not alone. It is crazy I know, but I am at peace. A rushing crowd would tell a different story, as they chase the wind and endless glory. Quietly I watch from the sideline. I used to be that star player. But times have changed, and my world has rearranged. I walked down the street and met a friend. His words were peace and joy, but it cut my heart like a knife. Not till I looked at the cross, and saw God's love, did I know what he meant, when he said, I am born again. Amazing grace how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I am found, to Christ I belong. I'm no longer alone.
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