Lettuce Prey

By KJ Halliday

O lord I just can’t understand the world that you have placed us in

To say to us to stop our sins as the devil laughs, plays and grins

Where’s Christ for those of us still standing on this earthly crust

We must be mad or melancholy to follow in that awful folly

Humble, honest, unaware of what is lurking in that dark old lair

Matter of fact or slightly gory I don’t think we want to share the story

Of beheaded Saints and sombre Angels pouring from a deadly ladle

Trumpets sounding death resisted paints a very awful picture

Choose a side and cast your lots as you stand upon a spot

Where all will finish and begin so we can all replay

Our deadly sins