October 22, 2004
Tears of God, the maudlin tuneWrithed above the clouded sky
Saturated with all knowing truth
Staved the need for asking why
Sedentary in His mighty throne
Bellowed thunder, mortal ears
Shed the light once cast in stone
Faith in faulted naive fears
Predicted play, our petty muses
Almighty to such a mass inane
Diaphanous of our round excuses
The venerable Master stikes again
What impious minds surrounded thus
Buried all before our time
Pardoned for the weakened trust
Punished for an unknown crime
Tears of earthly passions struck
Cognitive through sorrowed pain
Beared upon the breath He sucks
Betrayed in we are all the same
Stolen from the second chances
Inevitably wrought of endless sin
Shoulders shunned of last glances
His omnipotence shall always win...