UNTITLED
Speckles in time, just dust in the wind,Man becomming mere numbers, reduced to digits on a whim.
someone is watching, big brother yes it's true,
Every move we make, is it me is it you.
Life was simple moons ago, more complicated now,
This computer I am typing on, shows us how.
I know everything about you, can trace you to your seed,
Whatever I shall want, whatever is my need.
Yes technology is great, cars and warplanes replaced the horse,
Leaving us to live, a life of remorse.
Can't we go back, to the life we once tread,
Can't we go back, before GOD shakes HIS mighty head.
We've lost sight of our values, virtue replaced by greed,
Forgotten all the basics, forgotten our every need.
We want more than our neighbor, stead love him as thyself,
Forgotten what we're here for, THE COMMANDMENTS off the shelf.
The shelf of the slate, from Sanai whence it came,
GOD burned it into Moses, as others played a game.
Moses was distraught, by what he had seen,
Half of what our LORD did, half of what it means.
As often as I forsake THEE, you love me back a thousand fold,
Man cannot fathom, how YOU came from a special mould.
Im will see YOU ,I will touch YOU, as my time is now,
I will finally get to meet YOU, my LORD show me how!
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