Christians are butchered in a crowd
Where blood runs cold with fear
Where bible's scorned, are disallowed
In places far and near
How God ignorance is blooming
Impervious to shame
Where churches once were blooming
Bingo's a trendy game
Instead of kneeling, at Christ's feet
There praying sin's regret
Christians are spat upon the street
Severely under threat
Leaving churches, after service
Quietly homeward bound
Not uncommon, often nervous
Blasphemy's so profound
Fires are set ready to burn
Stones through windows fly
Causing fear, massive concern
Someone surely could die
So now, is the situation
Christians fear their lives
Where troubles in one's own nation
Can end with guns and knives
Just now and then on ones TV
On different countries news
Miseries, sufferings, they'll see
Of Christians and Jews
The bible reveals these dangers
From those troubled in mind
But Christians were never strangers
To antics of the blind.....
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