Mindless ...
2 Col 4:4 In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them
which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ,
Who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
We are gathered here divided to put my mind at rest
There is really not much to it but the odor is quite offensive
I know it oft provided with untended compromise at best
and it was full of it as it was constantly on the defensive
When it is six foot under it will probably see the light
Now it always has the answer to instill more confusion
It meditates on “up-yonder” and once in a while is right
but like a ballet dancer its pointed toes pirouettes on illusion
Who will speak the final words with something good to say?
Is it depravity’s brother who heartless pours a word of comfort?
I know them in one accord as flesh exists in their self-formed clay
It’s better if no one bothers among the confused here of sorts
Engrave on the tombstone: “Here rests a mind that loved fiction
It served its own will and thought to be better than most
It departed all alone hanging on to its illusionary affliction
without a clue of judgment and accountability to the Lord of Hosts”
Jan Wienen