Sick of the passion that plagues the masses,
Holding tight to false loves like piles of ashes.
True beauty's in the lashes that bloodstain the soul.
A higher Passion, that took the wrath made sinner's ransom.
Praise Jehovah Jireh Who provided all.

Unity corrupted is a poisonous draft.
Taken aback by the potion of duplicitous craft,
Young bucks abruptly turned to walk down a tainted path.