Nessy of the mad sort.

[Gregory Thompson]

Abyssal chains snatch the vitals of astral intruders
abide, they abide at the expense of their future
I didn't ask them to do that.

The engrafted gospel blooms forth
as the whole creation races towards destruction
I stare in disbelief

strange beings that hold a gun to their heads in one hand,
and take everything that is not theirs with the other
everything is violated at once every moment of every day

I say go away, they dig in their heels
I feed them poison, they like it ...
so whatever - this is just insane

So when the whole world ends some day,
that's okay - it was inevitable -
and no one wanted the madness deep down anyway

even so, come Lord Jesus. Amen.