The times of Noah walk again,
People marrying and given into marriages,
The eating and the drinking,
Living to please evil heart's,
Doing all questionable things,
To satisfy evil desires,
This world is moving, rolling down the hills of hell.
The times of Noah walk again,
People not caring for one another,
And not loving our neighbors,
Living without the fear of God,
A life of just for today,
Without hope for the morrow,
The murdering of the innocent,
This world is moving rolling down the hills of hell.
The times of Noah walk again,
People living without God in their big picture,
Where the learned stand before us
And say our existence was by chance,
A complete denial of God's existence
And his creative power,
This world is moving rolling down the hills of hell.
The times of Lot walk again,
Sodom and Gomorrah the cities of wickedness,
Walks the land,
Our sisters walking the streets,
With their sensitive body parts exposed
And our brothers with trousers down,
Walking naked in the name of fashion and modernity,
This world is moving rolling down the hills of hell.
The times of Lot walk again,
Sodom and Gomorrah the cities of wickedness
Walks the land,
The world has gone deeper into immorality,
Where our sisters line up on the streets,Selling their bodies to unreasonable men,
And having a name commercial sex workers,
This world is moving rolling down the hills of hell.
The times of Lot walk again,
Sodom and Gomorrah the cities of wickedness
Walks the land,
Where gayism and lesbianism
Has become the new normal,
Men and women sleeping with animals,
And men and women in higher offices
Working on legalising homosexuality,
The great abomination of nations,
This world is moving rolling down the hills of hell.
Looking around my heart is troubled,
As I behold the alarming decline in moral standards,
And with a heavy heart I pen dowm in the language of poetry
This world is moving rolling down the hills of hell.
From the pen of Danny Hakalima
The eyes of poetry
