Prejudice In The Last Days

Another soul, it's not your own... and yet you get a thrill, As you stand proud and cast a stone, perhaps new blood to spill... With wicked words, watch evil spread and escalate some more... And without love, you count the dead, as peace descends to war. Behold the glory of your hate as terrors are unleashed And call it Destiny or Fate, your soul is like the Beast. For he seems noble from the start, yet spirits guide his path... And he will spare no broken heart, but write their epitaph. Consider this, before life ends, for God who rules above, Demands of us that we make friends and conquer hate with love. With prejudice, God's Son was slain, yet what on Earth was gained? That's why God raised His Son again with multitudes retrained. Beatitudes that Jesus teached have crossed the whole world wide, In every precious sermon preached about Christ crucified. Let God be God and Man be Man. Let hatred be cast out. Togetherness observes God's plan and tempers every doubt. When nations seek the ways of peace, in preference to war, God's wonders, then, will never cease and who could want for more?