When hearts forsake the truth for lust’s embrace,
And turn from Him who formed the stars above,
Their bodies bend to filth, dishonor’s trace,
To worship fleeting flesh o’er endless love.
The natural bond, by pride and greed undone,
Is cast aside for passions dark and vile,
Men burn with men, and women seek no sun,
Abandoning what’s pure for shame’s exile.
A mind reprobate, unmoored from reason’s light,
Delights in malice, envy, whispered lies,
Defiant hands invent their own dull night,
While judgment looms beneath unyielding skies.
Yet still they revel, blind to what’s decreed,
In sin’s own wage they sow, and death’s their meed.