#A Matter Of Interpretation
By: Carl Coglianese (Ephraim Caleb)
A Matter of Interpretation?
It had been discussed at quite length
Scholars thought that there interpretation
Was the correct one of course?
Correct maybe if The Holy Spirit was not in you
Could these men of many learning's
Could they themselves be led astray?
Wasn't there something about running too and fro
Something about so much knowledge that it was meaningless this day
After all, is it not the center of most discussions?
Is it not what all the so-called Scholars say?
After all they all have their diplomas
There diplomas that say they know what they say
Look they are all saying the same thing
It is temporary at the best
Yet I have herd it said that they were preparing
By digging holes in the ground for them to soon stay, a place of safety a place of rest?
They had a scientific quorum
For all the best of the best did show that day
For it was the time to make discussions
For they had calculated the coming last day
All the ancient books had been open
Cather in columns all segue
Notebooks of written words upon papers
Formulas discussed then reissued then all confused
Nothing made any sense anymore
Basic truths up heaved and defused
It had become like Babble once again
This time science, technology, we had abused
There was nothing left for us to fight for
No greener to take in, any flowers left, only gloom
We a people had lost our way, somehow we had been betrayed
All hope to us was lost; we were but only the fools, left so confused, left so crushed
What in Gods very name were we thinking?
What kind of delusions had we all been under
Why did all of this so-called Mankind become so fooled?
What in the very depths of our evil hearts had we sunk too
We are but fools
We have been given paradise
And we gave it all away but for the thought of becoming like very gods
What in the very name of creation had we done, I had cried out in disbelieve
Our science had failed us
Technology lay in ruins, staked up in piles of twisted plastics and metals
Grotesque metal sculptures remain
They warn us of yet another evil to come
We are now being taunted by voices unseen
And the very air around us has grown thick with mistrust
For we, mankind know the end is coming very near
Can you feel the hairs on the back of your neck?
The Seals have been open, do we dear to assume which?
Every were you look you know see the downfall of mankind. We always knew that this day will come, and perhaps soon or maybe a little bit latter. But be smart, invest more of your time in talking to God, thank Him every day for the good life he has given to you. Just check in now and then, that's all, love Carl
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