Fools Running Wild
I think of those fools running wild,
No guidance, like a motherless child,
Those who the truth love to contort
And justify those babies to abort.
Foul are their ways all of their days
Serving their own pleasure always.
But a reckoning will swiftly come
And their rhetoric will look real dumb
When they babble before the Judge
Who will not their punishment budge.
Yeah, He’ll put them away for good
And to repent they might wish they could,
But all the pleading will be done;
Yeah, there’ll be no where to run!
He’ll smoke their asses forever;
Won’t find that relief, no never.
1022 on 30 June, 2021