A Talk With God Poem by William Mowell

I talked to God the other day
He told me to keep holdin' on
As I got on my knees to pray
The whispers of a holy song

A guy died on the street today
An accident I passed by
I hope he never lost his way
A dirt bed, his body will lie

Sunday morning the churches aren't packed
Seems everyone has forgotten
The Holy Bibles in the back are stacked
The minds of our youth are rotten

A family store selling sex toys
A preacher smuggling money
Priest molesting young boys
The skys no longer sunny

Holes in the ozone
Nature no more
Rely on telephones
Babylons whore

Hell has a place
No longer a time
Evil has a face
Destroying a mind

Not to worry
Not to fret
No need to hurry
If you have met

The Holy Spirit
The father and Jesus
I can hear it
Warning he will tease us