Society
This society we live in is as a dressed corpse,
However beautiful on the outside,
on the inside it is in a state of rot and decay,
So concerned it is with outward appearance and temporary pleasures,
That it neglects its diseased heart,
So obsessed with its image of beauty,
It ignores its very soul,
And those that dont fit this mold of perfection,
Are laughed at and mocked,
As this world marches toward Armageddon,
I can only witness to those that will listen,
And pray for those that dont.