We have become superb robots of base desire;
Our conditioned thinking is machine inspired!
We are most obedient to depraved craving;
The pure and simple is no longer worth saving.
We are more enthralled by a neon Vegas choir,
Than we are by the simple worship of holy fire.
Nature used to be a direct analogy for God;
The elements now are no more than a silly fad.
Let’s applaud the spectacular ongoing regress,
Of the sickness we unfortunately call progress.
We must be drunk for us to so badly stumble;
We cry out in pain as the world starts to crumble.
Darvish, the lord and master suffers beyond belief;
His infinite love and mercy will bring us relief.
