Imagine the third Millennium, one of everlasting peace,
With no bullies at the workplace or at school,
Where true justice is known and practiced,
Where no political tyrants oppressively rule.

Where *every boy 'will live his hundred years',
And 'former things no more be remembered'
Or 'called to mind'. After sin is full grown,
And its final days numbered.

Imagine too, having pleasant, tested friends,
Without unbridled tongues gossiping about,
When Holy Spirit 'upon the air' shames the guilty,
When poverty is ended, and gold thrown out.

Where Sodomites cannot exist in their abhorrent sin,
Nor druggists, or religious harlots, to deceive,
No faithless cowards, or their excuses, will we grieve,
Instead, lasting joys with righteous families begin.

The Millennium Dome they'll fill for only worldly gain,
With no life-giving holy assemblies under its roof,
Their seat of motivation being judged eternally aloof,
Thank God, like chaff, we'll not remember the slain.