Identity

I am happy and content watching the world turn,

Rather than scheme against my neighbour and bridges burn,

The ashes of my deeds are now a miraculous urn,

I can now conquer wherever and whenever I turn,

The plot of the wicked fails and the devil swiftly runs,

You might be clairvoyant but are ignorant of your ordained number of suns,

Every mathematician encounters a trifling sum,

No innovation, the youth idle hard to become bums,

The selfish trick and rob the people of the slums,

The youth getting trapped by novelty and rum,

Novelty wasted and painted into our mind body and soul with infallible gum,

The cheerful endure trials with a grateful hum and strum,

Victory and healing forever chant our drums,

Piety is our reserve and our flawless hump,

Our voyage of joy and ecstasy leaves doubters stumped,

How we evade major trials and dismiss minor ones with a grunt,

War and savage ravaging of societies, the children surely bear the brunt,

Someone's starving to death somewhere but all they say is they're turnt,

Very soon and very unexpectedly the tables will turn,

To gather all our Lord needs not hunt,

We have to be real and transparent,

That rapport from evil is only illusory and apparent,

Humility and submission is our energy and current,

Setting up rivals to our Lord is what Satanism warrants,

About sons and the anointed they chant and rant,

And that is how terrible curses God grants,

The lucid mind demands proof and God is perfect at taking account,

Forever wandering this curse no guidance can surmount,

Righteousness is a fabric and our fort it surrounds,

Tyrants it ousts and men of honour it crowns,

People of Monotheism stand your ground.