If not, so tragic it would be funny
The youth was made perfect
Land of milk and honey
Choosing to rebel, the mortal sin of pride
Since that fateful time, the bloom has died
Staggering by day; stumbling by night
Against the Living God, the child decides to fight
Lust for vanity, pleasure in war
For the money and fame, the shaver plays the whore
Once truly blessed now indeed cursed
The lad imagines he’s a god on earth
From the heavens, God looks to see
A mass of perdition once meant for glory
For His name’s sake, a promise to unfold
Attuning the world
The Truth is once told
Anon's Record 