Dust fills the sky of the  blood red dying day,

Debris like swirling snowflakes fall.

 

The great society dies from quiet catastrophe

The gusts of wind remove its essence.

 

First go morals, then standards, and justice,

Followed by feeling and humanity.

 

When truth is seen as something relative

When God's laws are refuted.

 

When God's design for the marriage is crushed,

When truth dies in a pool of blood,

 

Society looks then like the aged, deserted city,

Suffering post-apocalyptically.

 

Gay marriage, baby murders, free criminals,

Growing terrorists, perverted humans - 

 

The atrocities against a holy God continue,

The destruction encircles the world.

 

A silence of a million graves pervades,

And blankets the ruins of humanity.

 

Judgment has come at a price of society,

Journeys of progression end.

 

Why, why must we end this awful way!

Why can we not just repent!?

 

For the sake of our own preservation,

For the glory of our God?

 

But no, the tragedy will spiral ever down,

Because of hardened sinners,

 

Who say that right is whatever pleases,and 

Wrong does not dare exist.

 

But no, no! Are there games without rules?

Behind every action no result?

 

Truth is not relative, but rather an absolute.

The life of Christ serves as proof. 

 

If hope truly exists, then only in our God almighty,

Immortality, grace, and restoration in the same.

 

For the sake of a society gasping, struggling, crumbling,

Forsake perversion and seek truth.