AT CHANCO (Inverted/Downward Progress)
I met men without a soul
Human feelings and dignity sacrificed
Emotions overruling their judgment
Lost through knowledge and intelligence
I saw very naked naked bodies
At twilight and midnight through and through
Without a shame like nude statues
Consciences geared and seared in rebellion
I experienced freedom without restraint
Giving licence to lawlessness without limit
Hypnotised minds in excess of excitement
Laughingly hurtling to death and debauchery
I learnt the vanity of human wisdom
Without God or a divinity in their soul
Taxing the mind, calculating, philosophising, reasoning
And publishing misleading and degrading writings
And i observed yet still
The hunger and the thirst for success and progress
Igniting a ferocious crave for controversy
Contending for yonder place inverted progress
It is but grace that a Christian succeeds
A system acknowledging no Divinity
Cogitating daily on finite human achievement
Whose rebellious inventions stem from devils
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