PRODIGAL SIN RETURNS.

We’ll support the more war campaign
Until everyone is fought,
And declare who the winner is
Once the upright have been counted,
And mount their image
On the tallest building standing
So the fallen can gaze lastly
As their entered earth is filled in.
And when they’ve all been taken
Out of their own home lands,
And settled down in heaven,
Then hell can have its hand.

So swiftly cleansed to ease its cause
Over every altitude,
Eventually attempting heights
Historically refused.
Until it knocks against the bounds
That prop St. Peter up,
And asks him if the Lord is in
As there’s business to discuss;
Old Pete will look behind him,
Where the righteous have grown old,
And shrugging, open up his gates,
Receiving evil home.