I pray the son comes down today

Things in this world shouldn’t be this way

Here am I in the rubble and decay

Just trying to keep the wolves at bay,

The trumpet has gone off

Human pigs still feed at the trough

All the missiles have gone aloft

With all the noise can’t hear a cough,

Vaporization has its cunning ways

Neutralizes all who have gone astray

Especially those who could just not stay

A donkey sees the angel and brays,

The material world with demonic eyes

They can’t the tell difference between fact and lies

Estranged spouses breaking ties

They can’t see Satan when he’s disguised,

They all want their pound of flesh

Secured behind the wire mesh

When you get bored just hit refresh

They’re all obsessed with their success,

It’s No Man’s Land market place

Followed briefly by leather and lace

Spraying down paid rioters with cans of mace

Peace has become as fragile as a ceramic vase,

Oh how I pray for the son to come down today

It’s doomed to fail is that what you say?

The illusions you seek to obey

Will devour you one fine day.