A wicked world
Full of wicked people
Where care is withheld
And the oppressed are the feeble.
The orphan is the victim
And widows are mistreated;
If their dead husbands will return from their pilgrim
Their kids will be comforted.
I feel sorry for being part of a world so perverse
Where purity can’t alter the universe
And perfection in itself is scarce.
That is the world’s curse
It’s up to Armageddon
And for the End to accomplish his kingdom
Oasis will be unheard of.
Till then
I just lie in my quiet den.
                                     Thierry-Century

           JESUS’ NAME
There is none like your name
Possessing all glory, power and fame.
From heaven it came
And is a reflection of the Father’s name.

Greater than those of the fathers:
Mightier than all others,
Able to bridge God and Man’s wide borders,
Receives worship from all corners.

A name with glory all around:
A name whose power, elsewhere cannot be found,
A name awesome than the three-headed hound,
A name that deserves the universal worship sound.

The name that brings healing
The name that pours down love unceasing
The name King’s of Old were seeking
And brings grace abounding.

The devil was sleight
And his speciality was heist
But he could not deceive Christ;
Man’s Kleist.
                                                Century-Thierry