Modern Wastelands

Once there was a warm sea of faith to bathe in; Now it has all but dried up. Modern life has Turned to worldly pursuits and yearnings. A certain darkness has claimed our sovereign souls. Everyone's so busy in the market place. Woe to those who know the price of everything And the value of nothing! Woe to those who Stagnate in spurious sties of contentment! Woe to those, who substitute grace and mercy, For sordid pleasures and drug fuelled ecstasies! O woe to those who engage themselves in the Rapt worship Of spurious golden idols! Darkness penetrates beyond the city walls; To the subways, offices and factory floors. Although the sacred sun's eclipse seems final, Surely the spiritual will rise once more.