Was it a choice to forget the sacred words written
Now only whispers of what previously was loud
Cast His love away when once quite smitten
Blocking out the proof of a discarded shroud
Caught up in a social web, the endless rut
No time for the hurting, helpless, needful things
Wearing it like a badge, the prideful smut
Unsafely secure in life, what joy it brings
The day is coming for the quick and the dead
Who will be able to answer the questions asked
There is only one who can judge the legacy they led
An everlasting fate, the folly will be unmasked
A masterful plot it was, remarkably hidden so well
At least thought, until replayed over and over in hell