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"In God we trust", "The Inferno", 12/31, Atonement, Beads, Dante, Darkness, December thirty-first, earthly pleasures, Ecstacy, Free Will, God, Jesus, Last Day Of The Year, Missing The Mark, Mortal Sin, Predestination, Rosary, Sin, Soul, Ulimate Day, Venial Sin, winter
There’ll be no more chances, the time has come
sands in the hourglass have had their run.
The ultimate hour, ultimate day,
it’s atonement’s time, just kneel and pray.
Pray that the sins, the missings of mark,
the quaint venials and mortals quite dark,
don’t lead to Dante with seven circles;
‘fraid it’s too late to transcend like Thoreau.
All our diversions, all earthly delights,
pleasures of flesh, two backed beasts in the night,
moments ecstatic, beads on rosary,
have left us wanting as now end we see.
What are we here for, what’s the Master’s plan?
Are we lowly beasts, or soul infused Man?
Are all of the words in religious texts
whistles in the dark or prayers that protect?
Is God the father and Jesus His son,
great, loving masters, or just pretensions?
Did we create God or God create us?
What’s meaning of motto, “In God we trust”?
Are we nothing but straw and God the wind,
who decides our fate? Can we hope to win?
Win at a game that is rigged from the start
why talk of freewill if He rules our hearts?
If book of our lives is writ from day-one
then can Jesus save from darkness to come?
End of the year’s got me singing the blues,
hard to win at life with such arcane rules.
Last day, last hour, it’ll be over soon,
the wheel will spin on, six months until June,
midsummer days when there’s plenty of light
and we shall frolic till deep in the night.
Coldness and long nights do not hearts endear,
our souls need forgiving, Lord, do you hear?
I’m a mortal being who’d like to know
how have we devolved to being so low?
So low to believe that covetousness
is the solution, not cause of the mess.
Tonight we’ll party, tomorrow might die,
pray, Lord, please keep me, till morning is nigh.
All our diversions, all earthly delights,
pleasures of flesh, two backed beasts in the night,
moments ecstatic, beads on rosary,
have left us wanting as now end we see.
Pray that the sins, the missings of mark,
the quaint venials and mortals quite dark,
don’t lead to Dante with seven circles;
‘fraid it’s too late to transcend like Thoreau.
There’ll be no more chances, the time has come
sands in the hourglass have had their run.
The ultimate hour, ultimate day,
it’s atonement’s time, just kneel and pray.