Let it be seen and felt in the heart,
Rejoice in it and delight to give...

The way this life is
Everybody passing the buck...

She keeps coming invading their lives
As a bandit who never had enough...

Like a harbinger of pogrom
Missed direction or so...

Bright, simmering piercing with light
Against the bride adorned in black...

This is the last part of this write. I look...

What it this trouble about what I've done and not...
Why this sudden rush of guilt 'bout my failings...