If Ever met Never

Classy impositions

Obstructed by cruel intentions

The masses live for pretensions

The clergy orchestrates superstitions

              

Flow

Does the fountain of youth

Spewing freshness

Trickling truth

 

If ever

Met never

Dare one say, What Ever

In a manner all too clever

 

When the bell rings

Inside the Watchtower

A lonesome dove sings

Exposing its true power

 

Rumble does the Earth’s belly

Letting the sky know it is craving

Life too strong for the telly

But remain do the steady all worth saving

 

Words delivered

Not by the weak or quivered

From a Book of purity

Undeniable in its surety

 

Careful one must be

To not skew or change one meaning

Though all that is down, not all can see

Let the heart rule the mind for better screening

 

Then when the bell rings

All Heaven sings

And He shines down on His creation

Granting the faithful real love salvation