The lucifers of science
Poem written by Saint John Jacob the Hozebite

The learners who today are striving hard,
On and on, a work in vain,
To fully do the prove of random card,
That there is no God to Reign.

With the progress of the science,
Like a Lucifer swollen with pride,
They go higher, in defiance,
Higher than the Heavens, sliding glide.

Just two doors stand up in front,
Faithless stays astonished dumb,
As in front of a new gate
An ox stays beating the drum.

One of them – entrance of life,
That is closed for them right now,
The other, of falling – rife,
Which is widely open – bow.

As much as a head can do,
They will rush to do invention,
For to make and produce ‘life’
And to stop the death, they mention.

Unbeliever, in your schemes,
Life you try to fabricate…
Win the clash with death? – just dreams,
No success at this high gate.

Everything of the inventions,
When your near grave will seize,
Has no value: husk – dimensions,
Which gets spreading in the breeze.

If you do not know in life
Your Redeemer, personally,
You will find after your death,
Evil one’s, that’s tyranny.