Matthew 24:12
Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold

As I grow older, the world grows colder and my sins become well defined
With the world on my shoulders, my hate is bolder, my soul is now confined
My lips speak free lies, paid by deceit I despise, in death I have found delight
I’m behind my soul’s arise and wicked don’t disguise their darkness in the light
My worldly ways relate but my thoughts won’t debate my ailing mental health
Poverty won’t wait; man’s tongue filled with hate and devoid of all real wealth
Seeking signs of being freed, something we cannot be, reaping the pain we sow
My wants exceed because my desires cannot see there’s no more room to grow
My cold heart is dying, my eyes no longer crying because I feel no more pain
I am intrigued by the lying while consumers are buying and nothing do they gain

If I gain the world and lose my soul, then I have gained nothing in the end
My selfishness vast and out of control, It is my modesty that I cannot mend
This world is wicked and taking a toll, to my dissolving sanity it cannot lend
Society becoming the blackened hole that blind science can no longer defend
With blood on our hands justice is a goal in which power and money can bend
It wasn’t my innocence that they stole but the dreams which my demons attend
Missing my discernment, I’m no longer whole to the depths of despair I Descend

Amassed guilt in pounds
Built on unfertile grounds
Shame is my tether to years

Feeding off of the belief
That faith brings relief
Helps me avoid the fears

The poor of heart abound
Where the wicked are found
Lost in the youth of my peers

I have found my despair in life
Admitting I can’t avoid strife
I only wish I could find my tears

Isaiah 59:3
For your hands are stained with blood, your fingers with guilt. Your lips have spoken falsely, and your tongue mutters wicked things.