Pray, Friend, You Must Pray

Demons lurking in the dark

While kids drive to the park

Taking time to wine and dine

There’s no more cross to line.

Hacking bridges, burning trees

No one listens to the pleas

Of preachers or teachers seen

As corrupters in between.

“In between what,” one might ask?

“There is no such thing to mask.

“Speak ye truth or make thy bed;

“Hell, just get it on ahead.”

None can foretell nor foresee

What ag’ny ‘waits those with greed,

As death creeps its shady way

I say, pray friend, you must pray.