THE LAND OF DEBAUCHERIE

We’re living in the Land of Debaucherie, everything goes.
Mom’s murder their babies, men wear pantyhose.
The parties are hearty there’s plenty of ho’s.
There’s plenty of coke, for everyones nose.
No one is responsible, for their own actions.
Everyone is a deviant with perverse sexual attractions.
Nothing is sacred, All morals are tossed.
There isn’t a line that hasn’t been crossed.
This lifestyle is leading us down the old primrose path.
Where we will feel the brunt of God’s wrath.
We party like demons, and act like we’re gods.
While marking and altering our faces and bods.
Nothing is paid for, nothing is earned.
On our path to destruction, our bridges have burned.
We worship the dollar, we hoard any gold.
Then we insultingly, claim we’re made in God’s mold.
We talk about change and then sell our souls.
Helping the adversary, realize all his goals.
This path isn’t for me, I’ve made a u-turn.
I’m not going to Hell with you all to burn.
My path is salvation, not self destruction.
I’ll follow the prophets and my Saviour’s instructions.
Go your wicked way, and I will go mine.
You’ll burn for eternity and I will be fine.
D.L. Crockett — 5/7/22