Dear Lord,
As time goes on
The tears collect
How am I to sentient?
We are ever up for grabs,
Not knowing, who is next?
Depths are diverging,
And disappearance where you placed them in positions
More tasks are pending
It is our errors
The selections we made, are now killing us
We should be happy not hap
The cups, substituted
Orisons are cursing us
It is all because of us
We cannot single between you, and us
Dishonesties are leading us
Dotted above us
Not the minority, is to gross dominion
Please Heavenly Father, be the reply to thy world
Speak the expression of control
The world was, mapped from thy spoken transcript
Allow it again
Regain the metier, to save our home
And us, against ourselves
