The world is chaos
Hayden Couvillon,
ready to unfold
To mask my face is best,
or so I’m told
To take from man
the very air he breathes
And if refused
harass until he leaves
And why it is this way
I cannot see
But now it seems
that’s how it needs to be?
A man is free to choose
his own defence
But now the outside
pressure is immense
The truth of all the
world’s deceptive mission
Is from each man
to gain complete submission
But man shall know
his own submission is
To One, his Maker
Honor, it is His
I cannot stay
I must be moving on
For others, too, there
are, whose hope is gone
But as I go remember
if you will
The world will always
bend to God’s own will
When us God made, He
gave the right to choose
But many say this
privilege man must lose
So stand up tall
and do not lose your heart
To make your choice
In life, that is your part
“The Masked messenger”
