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Random Poem:

These days
Wamblicantie

Isn't it strange in homes today
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Where fathers and mothers used to pray,
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Read the Word and converse of good,
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Are showing the scenes of Hollywood.
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They show the traps the cops have laid
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And the mistakes the bandits made
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And super syndicates combine
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To train our youth along the line
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Of murder, indecency, and crime;
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While depths are purged by super minds
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Some means or methods now to find
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To check right quick, now, don't you see
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This juvenile delinquency?
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Bring up a child as he should go
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Is much too intricate, you know,
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For modern folks to understand,
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Or carnal minds to comprehend.
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Isn't strange in our blessed land
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Where churches and schools go hand in hand
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To teach God's laws and morals, too,
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We're faced with evil through and through.
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In broken homes, the world we lead,
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In liquor, crime and lust and greed;
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Amid this inconsistency,
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Young men are trained religiously
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To preach God's Word most eloquently
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Are yet afraid to scratch the source
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Of evil, sorrow, and divorce.
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Yet super minds declare us free
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While bound with animosity.
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The Gospel message from above,
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Of joy and hope and peace and love,
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Is too old-fashioned for today.
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We don't have time to watch and pray.
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It seems so strange we will rehearse,
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As we behold this universe,
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The sun and moon and starry dome
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And this old world some call their home,
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Where Christian fathers once have trod
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Within the orbit shown of God.
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Let us not join this vicious race
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With others to conquer outer space
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Who'd make the moon a common place
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Then hop onward to the stars,
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Venus, Jupiter, and Mars,
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And in the future we can see
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No end to atomic energy.
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Yet depths are purged by super minds
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Somewhere in where away to find
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Place on land or air or sea
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That's safe from dread catastrophe.
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Men fear that wisdom in its state
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Will this whole world disintegrate,
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But wisdom, friends, must meet the rod
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When 'tis foolishness with God.
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