As things go wrong,
you ought to be strong,
through knowledge we seek repair,
though being dubious is our despair.

The age of wisdom is long gone,
yet the era of technology is on,
a sigh of relief on our new notion,
as it is to the digitalisation .

We dress to church on a sex garment,
no abomination for we lament,
filthy in the eyes of the Lord,
inspired to sin till we nod.

We mock christ,
since the watch is on our wrist,
not wise to think we've got time,
eternal life is is but another lime.

Bitter it is to internalise,
our rotten memories can't analyse,
the price paid by blood,
so long as we're saved we're glad.
© Bradley