Silence beckons such is this way
For reparation returns sinful stray
Talk of intelligence such a shame
Felt is an old power no order of name
Connected as one with the ruler of sin
Longing with hate a fearful of kin
An old book of study from the beginning of time
Speaks freely of the fall of such a decree
As trumpets raise to honor he
With a sword to whom he need no sheath
Such words to speak as is praised
As fire fall destroying day
Cast aside the fall is low
Into the red a sea of seas
Muffled screams deafen mutes
The vein of deepened guilt a supple fruit
The cares the cries all in vain
For in the world you forgot his name
Simple thoughts erupt so true
In the end he still loves you