Those who cast themselves aside by indecision
they brood upon the winds before God’s transition.
Concealed within the folds of their discontent
the serpents breeding grounds, it wasn’t heaven- sent.
Torn among the thorns of thistles
a bleeding drowned out by the horns among the whistles.
No! they shall not hear the call of God glory
those forsaken fools! should prepare for thy predatory.