End Times Poem by DM W
End Times
The modern world worships idols of gold:
From Vegas glitz & Disneyland theme parks,
To crude celebrities who sell their souls.
Quick fix culture: torn between light & dark
We now need prescribed drugs to cure boredom.
The rampant rat race madness leaves its mark.
We have lost the keys to inner kingdoms.
We cannot find our way through the labyrinth.
We will pay the price like fabled Sodom.
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