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Days Of Degenerates.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Where on earth, are the days of Yore?

What is man’s future fate?

Since love and grace, fled out the door

Flooding the world, with hate

 

With ethics falling, tempers rising

To Christ, few bend their knee

Therefore, it’s not so surprising

Reprobates are prowling free

 

Degenerates; roam everywhere

Seeking no place to hide

With false ideals, convince to share

In governments worldwide

 

Folks are murdered, rape’s at a height

Robbery’s common today

For nix and nought, friends turn and fight

Along their selfish way

 

Nothing’s so evil, nothing’s too wrong

On media to parade

Nor sexual is any song

Children’s minds, to invade

 

So evil thrives, from land to land

Where churches are banned to speak

Demonic hordes are in command

Killing still lost souls weak

 

Docile, guideless sheep, roam wild

Not knowing Heaven’s path

Ignorant; to be reconciled

Towards the day of wrath

 

But knowing God can see one’s heart

Man’s very soul within

Allowing man a brand new start

For love to conquer sin…..


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Submitted: Friday, September 14, 2018

Last Updated: Friday, September 14, 2018

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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