We despise our eyes
In nation immolation
Suicide king fouls the air
Justice’s widow in despair
In daily mutation
Our transformation
What is it that we would
Since all truth is naturally good?
Pointless now to ask the Son:
Dear God in Heaven, what have we done?
Lacking faith in the Word
When true love is left unheard.
Waging arguments vast obscene
To live the universal dream
Word of hope, what can it mean:
First and foremost to come clean.
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