This country has seen better days

It has been held together

By the blood, sweat and prayers
Of the faithful
But the years do pass
And comfort, wealth, entertainment
Has stolen the souls
Of many of the most stalwart
And what remains
Is barely worth fighting for

An iron fist falls in the night

And all throughout the day

It will break apart the ground

And cause the structures 

Built by man

To fall

The timing is odd

To be sure

For today marks a freedom

We have yet to speak of

Our bosoms wet with stained blood

As we carry the people

To their resting place

And still our minds

Will not accept blame

What would it take 

To bring a country to repentance?

We will find out over the next few years

Document it well

For there will be areas of the country

That will never be restored

Cities which will not be rebuilt

Homes which become faint memories

And the people remaining 

Will flock to the streets

Will fill the parks and byways

Will curse their fate

Before they will examine their hearts

This was not the Plan

By an Almighty God

Who birthed this nation

For freedom

It was not His desire

There was once a hope

Which was the United States

Which stood firm in the Heart

Of God

But we have torn ourselves from Him

To follow, to be enslaved to every

Abomination 

And we carry no guilt whatsoever

Our consciences are clear

As windswept and bright

As a baby's new birth

And yet, and yet . . . 

We have fallen so far

That our eyes have fully closed

Our hearts are not open and pure

No longer can we discern

The animal state which we have become

And the Iron Fist falls

"The day bleeds into nightfall"

And we have not a clue

Why we have been abandoned

Read the Scriptures

Read the Book of John

Children, read from the Library

Created for your generation . . .

For a Song will once more be Sung

In the days to come . . .

Ode to #31

Isaiah 31

Psalm 31