(after C. M. van den Heever)
Where man perish like ancient gods without adaptability
where he stands at the portals of eternity,
even the temple of the moon does stagger in fear
while from the world the cultic rituals disappear
and there are stories that do tell a history
but mere lust had died like the night
and a new generation do it now again incite
but God does make us of these abominations free
where he stands at the portals of eternity
[Reference:"So swaar die geheim" (So heavy the secret)by C. M. van den Heever.]
© Gert Strydom
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