The old Prophet sat in Central Park
surrounded by a world of violence
It was then he looked up
as sirens blasted through the silence
He saw missiles streaking through the sky
chaos errupting on every street
While just yesterday, a few blocks away
men were negotiating peace
A labyrinth of lawlessness
the church doors padlocked by decree
A time of terror, little rest
Jesus exiled from the land of the free
For power, greed and Stock Market gold
For pleasure men auction off their souls
No place left for love and tolerance
when men who hate God take control
The Prophet saw man's final hours
on that dark, predestined dawn
when Post Modern Priests worship the mind's power
He looked into the future
and saw the time when love was gone
For centuries of decline
men refused the truth, ignored the signs
Exalting man, became reprobates
leaving God behind.
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Exalting man, became reprobates leaving God behind. How true dear friend and brother in Christ.