Nature proceeds to disorder as scientists will agree,
Societies rot,as the junta has a spree.
A carcass remains of all animals including the mighty cats,
As of those of elephants, birds including bats.
Literature turns to titillate from one that entertained and informed,
Morals die to an extent that all laws get deformed.
Thus we see decadence in all that is around.
But then the Lord takes over and set the trends right,
By helping men to reverse nature’s will by putting effort and a fight.
A fridge cools and dissipates heat, which is a pain,
But then the compressor works and the food cools again.
The Lord descends whenever matters go astray,
The dead had left continuity in life before they went away.
There is no thing as decadence in any permanent way,
It is just the Lord playing his game of swinging back and away.