Let me put, this observation,
though it is mere speculation,
we are humanity
and we stand at a brink of insanity
we are elemental
though we are sentimental
Let me put, this observation,
though it is mere speculation,
that I see a vision
perchance a virtuous revision
of a God sent provision
Let me put, this observation,
though it is mere speculation,
we stand at an opening chance
no more will do that to keep our stance
in the presence of fate
we must do what is great
for those without faith
shall become a wraith
in the destructive face
of all that is not grace
Let me put, this observation,
though it is mere speculation,
and perchance a revelation,
that our redeeming salvation,
in eternity brutally bought
needs its Kingdom come brought
to our little civilization
starting in a dying nation
to bring hope and edification
back to all those souls needing glorification.
(
.The world's a graveyard /
Of a phonetic sound
/ on contemptuous ground
Everyone's down on their guard /
The Merchant of Babylon is demanding a pound
/ of blood hued flesh mound
From Christian soldiers marred /
Whom seeking Heaven bound
/ will find Christ crowned
King redeemer, crucifix scarred. /
)
