Poems of Narad

I Call Thee

21.11.2022

Lord, this mortal being cries
For peace in these uncertain years
When the force of evil tries
To overwhelm the world with fears

Creating an hegemony
Of falsehood in the place of good,
Cults of satanic mystery,
A darkening of spirit's mood,

A dynasty of asuric ways,
A hierarchy of mightiness
Built over years to fateful days,
The Truth to mangle and suppress.

I call Thee, Lord, in life's distress,
Bring this world to Godliness.