The sonnet, titled We Dwell in a Corrupt, Immoral, Atheist Modern-Day Babylon Where America Has Forsaken Its Judeo-Christian Heritage, is more pointed, focusing on America’s perceived moral decline. It laments the nation’s abandonment of Judeo-Christian values, depicting a corrupt, immoral, and atheist society consumed by greed and self-worship. The poem mourns the erosion of sacred traditions, replaced by superficial pleasures and digital idols, and warns of a potential reckoning for a nation that has lost its spiritual moorings.

In cities vast, where neon veins entwine,
A Babylon remade in chaos stands.
America, once bound to laws divine,
Now spurns the creed that shaped its heart and hands.

Corruption weaves through halls of power’s might,
Its tendrils choke the just with gilded lies.
Immorality, in brazen daylight’s sight,
Parades unchecked beneath indifferent skies.

Atheist tides erode the ancient stone,
Where once the cross and Torah’s wisdom reigned.
The altars crack, their sacred vows outgrown,
As fleeting pleasures leave the soul enchained.

No shepherd’s call can pierce the urban din,
Where self is king and truth wears thin and frayed.
The marketplace exalts the loudest sin,
Its wares of lust and pride in heaps displayed.

We’ve cast aside the covenant of old,
For idols wrought of silicon and flame.
Our hearts, once warm with stories prophets told,
Now chase the hollow spark of fleeting fame.

O nation, drunk on freedom’s reckless wine,
What reckoning awaits when stars grow dim?
Will grace return to heal this fractured vine,
Or shall we fall, estranged from Heaven’s hymn?

The first sonnet, titled We Reside in a Modern-Day Babylon of Neon and Code, portrays a contemporary society likened to ancient Babylon, characterized by technological splendor and moral ambiguity. It depicts a world illuminated by neon and driven by data, where truth and falsehood intertwine. People are captivated by screens, worshipping transient digital gods, while the relentless flow of information drowns out deeper meaning. The poem contrasts the grandeur of this tech-driven “city” with its fragility, questioning what endures when its digital foundation falters.

In urban sprawl where shadows cloak the soul,
A Babylon reborn in hubris thrives.
America, once tethered to control
Of Judea’s code, now scorns those ancient scribes.

Corruption festers, greed an idol crowned,
Immorality in neon lights parades.
Atheist winds erode the sacred ground,
Where once the cross and star in honor blazed.

No altar holds, as screens our gods anoint,
Each pixel pulses with a hollow creed.
We’ve turned from grace, from virtue’s steadfast point,
To worship self and sate our fleeting need.

O nation lost, in decadence’s sway,
What hope endures when faith has slipped away?

The poem, The Eternal Cry of “It Is Finished” Proclaimed from the Throne of Sacred Triumph, vividly portrays the crucifixion moment from John 19:28-30. It depicts Jesus Christ as a triumphant, royal figure on the cross, described as a “throne of sacred wood.” The poem captures His fulfillment of scripture by declaring “I thirst,” receiving sour wine, and proclaiming “It is finished” as a majestic edict of victory over sin. The imagery emphasizes His divine authority, with the heavens darkening and earth quaking, culminating in His sacrifice and triumph. The cross is celebrated as a “royal crest” where love and glory unite, and Christ’s final cry resounds as an eternal testament to His sovereign reign and redemption. The tone is majestic, triumphant, and reverent throughout.

Upon the throne of sacred wood,
The King of kings in glory stood.
The heavens darkened, earth did quake,
As He the chains of sin did break.

“I thirst!” He spoke, His voice divine,
Fulfilling scrolls of holy line.
With hyssop raised, the wine they bore,
To touch the lips of Heaven’s door.

He tasted gall, the offering grand,
The scepter held in wounded hand.
The ancient words, now brought to reign,
Proclaimed His triumph over pain.

“It is finished!” thundered He,
The edict of eternity.
His head He bowed, His spirit soared,
The Sovereign Christ, forever Lord.

O cross of might, O royal crest,
Where love and glory manifest!
“It is finished!” rings the call,
The King has conquered, reigning all.