I saw its' people falter as
I sat upon my perch in the
kingdom of solace; silence
breached the chaos of sin
and mechanical angels
with their wings of silver
dropped to the Earth with
weapons of virtue to drive out
the damned. Starvation drove us
to prayer, emotional neglect let
us meditate in your garden.
Pain allowed us to forge our names
and anger helped us to forget.
Saint Jude please come to our aid!
Our generation is our parent's lost cause.
Show us the light and we shall
oblige, spare us and we will be
forever indebted.
