It came to pass in those days, as it did
In the days of Jonah, Prophet of old,
That the nations of the Earth grew wicked.
Minimizing pain and maximizing
Safety became the sole obsessions
Of the princes and magistrates of Earth.
In seeking their security, they found
Only conflict, and in seeking to end
Suffering, they piled new woes on the world.
They strutted like peacocks, trying to hide
Their fears, using brave faces for shelter,
For they said in their hearts, “There is no God.”
Therefore, God left them to their own devices,
After they scoffed at his Saints and Prophets.
This time no Jonah arose, no savior
To prevent proud fools from pushing buttons.
And so we lost our green garden again,
As the mushroom clouds rose, and Lucifer fell.
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