Land of the Scoffers

Anger subsides in their hearts and sorrow in their souls.
Their prayers are unheard and their minds blanketed.
They do not bother to vilify the finality of their age.
Blasphemies of their tongue and harlotry of their being,
Within themselves make the Truth unheard and shunned.
Overwhelming evidence does not make its home inside.
Their pitiable cries for signs, their generation is scorned.
Endless praises upon the wolves in sheeps' clothing.
Against the natural flow of sin, a Savior was sent.
The wicked line of their inevitable damnation so bent.
To sneer upon the word of the Maker, the ultimate denial.
The land of the scoffers shall not endure, nor worthwhile.