Christ's Passion

Christ’s Passion

I hope one day a singer will put music to my words

A melodic voice can bring joy to the otherwise absurd

Pen-filled paper is not the medium for the generation of today

Preference is given to keyboard that pornography and poker play

Vestal virgins are no longer a reward for the religious rebel in disguise

One dollar is all you need to tantalize the nonconforming eyes

Television the channel to select from the witch’s cauldron of ingredients

The hidden sorcerers have found a way to make you unswervingly obedient

Music too can be a prosthetic for the multitudes that are lost

The mind goes for a joy-ride with the demons you had one-time playfully crossed

All the brick and mortar staples have now turned to virtual decay

Never before has yesterday been as frightening as today

Satan preaches that sin should not be wasted on those who pretend to pray

Everything good is caught up in an ecumenical array

There is no Father in whose salvation you can depend upon or trust

Rather join the Devil in his yellow submarine of lust

The ride is short and filled with all the desires that one could imagine

At journey’s end you will have an eternity to experience what was once Christ’s passion

Thank you,
Joseph Pede