The revelation

Comes with inconsigration

The melancholy woes

From the gospels of sewn

Into the weave it goes

Unbeknownst to heathen lives

The people will adapt to what heals

Even if its fame

Even if its fortune

There God forsaken in this church of old haze

But they say faith is blind to the maze

The maze of our digital escape

We all live in a digital terrain

Like objects on display

In a vertual haze

Wondering where did we go wrong

How is this what faith upholstered

How is this our revelation

How is this to be our doom