Controversial

Like a frog in a cauldron, 

Slowly we die.

Society darkened, 

We wonder why. 

All coerced to bow and bend the knee,

To kiss the bum of the sacred cow,

Like lambs to the slaughter,,

Under their power.

Gliding along with the flow, 

Unable to see, unable to know..

That the forces of darkness have taken control, 

Led us off the path and into their hole. 

But the word is true.

You may think it might tarry.

He has his bride,

Come to the marriage. 

Outside are thieves and liars, 

Setting their traps, 

Hedges of briers. 

Wise up friends, 

By their fruits you shall know. 

Don't go down with them, 

It's time to go.