The suns gone down
The fields are plowed
We listen to Clair de Lune
No message this week
The gospel we speak
Seeks Mercy Now
Be the one
Show us how
So much hurt
(Spoke on the hurt)
Love us
Somehow
In the cycles over years
And empires awry
Has there been a different course
Why not stop cycles now
Are you so entrapped with physics
That you dare not stop
With free will
The course of suffering
Who can know…
I leave it up to you
I…don’t…know…what…to…do
Who is in control?
Of accident, or spite?
Dare I
Not to wRight.
It’s tiresome I know
Sigh
“Sarcasm is not for everyone”
Or so it was said.
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