But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Second Nephi. Chapter Twenty-Three. Verse 21.
The Latter Days, with many howls,
produces satyrs and bleak owls.
They toil all night to bring down prey;
they dance their hollow lives away.
No one is safe from their caprice;
they bring but strife, and never peace.
Wild beasts they are, though dressed up fine;
inflamed with lust and greed and wine.
So shun their doleful desert haunts
and come to Christ despite the taunts.
To frisk with satyrs may seem merry;
it grows not faith, but something hairy.
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