I don't want to mention its name
Just because it thrived to fame
From the East to West it spread
Leaving men and women dead
A plague as it may be
Stinging around like a bee
The rich the poor it chooses not
For it lacks the time to hunt sort
It is a hunter that's yet to be a prey
Days so few but we long this without delay
Measures to curb are all over exercised
Where in dark and light are not criticized
Places of refuge it has contaminate
As it acts a substance to marinate
It is time to trace and erase the mess
Confession of sacrilege and He'll again bless
Phobia can be felt among nations
What left is submission on orisons
Now is simply darkness in the day
Time to pray and not to play
His sufficient grace can not be taken for granted
When from grace we've fallen and our spirits haunted
To our fathers' faith we should return
Or to destruction we'll go if we spurn...
And from the Bible,
Malachi 4:5-6
…5. Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful Day of the LORD. 6 And he will turn the hearts of the fathers to their children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers. Otherwise, I will come and strike the land with a curse.”
