I walked through the wilderness looking for truth.

I walked and walked and what did I see?

Thorns, dry bones and empty toil,

Thistles and jackals with eyes eying me!

Not wanting to labor, not wanting to waste,

Not wishing to live life for just the same ends,

As I saw in those bones, as I saw in that dust,

A solemn reminder; the death of my friends.

They had walked along with me, while we were young,

Thoroughgoing Christians: the least I could say.

The works that we did, the songs that we sung,

All the more increasing, as we walked on The Way.

Alas, alas, lament morn and wail!

As it is recited, one by one as they sinned,

Straying from the narrow, going this way,

Style of life chosen, killed friend after friend.

Sing the lament, while there is time,

Warn still those who, are going astray.

Worldview: belief structure; foundation sublime,

Without these you shall be, like these bones today.

They had not the tools, nor were they equipped

To discern the Narrow, apart from the Broad.

So into the Culture, they slowly slipped,

Sinking to Worldliness, Culture giving laud.

And approval, by example, of salacious concepts,

Also encouraging in others the same.

So in their sin, they sank to the depths,

In their way and worship, praising the Name,

Of He who sits in yon mirror there,

Oft called Self, both Deceiver and Deceived.

Exhorting the young man to the Broad Way where,

Exist the foul jackals, which is why I am grieved.

Jackals who smell compartmentalized meat,

Jaws wide open, with sensuous howls.

"Eat bread in secret, stolen water is sweet!"

Evil faces disguised, with sensuous cowls,

The young man is led, straight to Her house.

This all occurs as we look through the lattice.

Who will stand up, to such as this louse?

Who will teach integrity, and be quite skilled at this?

The very University, that you’d criticize.

The very praise band, called the Reject Club.

This House of ideas, leads to the demise,

Of the massive, compartmentalized hub.

You who lay charge, you who complain,

You who would tear, DBU down,

What is your strategy; are you even sane?

Why now that stuttering? Why now that frown?

I assume that you have, a much better plan,

Inasmuch as you think a plan is required.

To save such as the, above-mentioned young man

Who for lack of Ideas has expired.

"My people die for lack of knowledge."

May I ask you where that is found?

In the bible; the source, the foundation of a life

Lived holy, so praises redound

To the Lord, the King, the one we are serving

With integrity taught us by who?

Aqua team? Adult swim? Halo? Spike TV?

No; by the profs of DBU.

So of all the charges that I have seen lain,

I see only one that is true.

That the inerrancy of scripture; God's word itself,

Must be the doctrine of DBU.

And also, of course, teachings built on this rock,

Which might as well be Christ Himself.

For without inerrant autographs, we might as well equate,

The Incarnate Lord to a giant, or an elf.

(this can be explained better by prose than by verse, so I shall digress.)

But really: these others, these small trite complaints,

Have you no better, way to spend time?

Than by heaping abuse, tearing down the saints?

There are a few, who paid every last dime,

Of the money for college, out of their own means,

And now expect to've paid too for a forum,

Of complaint, of insult, of a kick in the jeans,

But there's a surprise that's waiting for them:

Your money doesn't give you the right to complain,

Only the right to go elsewhere.

So with this many problems, if you're indeed sane,

Then I shall reiterate: do not come here.

Unless of course, you're overstating your case,

As is the case with the case I now voice.

In which case, welcome to this place.

But don't complain: you’ve made your choice.