Putrid cross of ignorance, loss of reverence, whip of innocence
Been listening to your mourning, watching you falling.


Deeper, farer, until your calling
Evoked an eerie tone, that only you alone
As a warning have known

Guess, you've tried everything
To be as me, to winback the soul I've kindly been.


Treating like my only son
God's shiny angel, I am gone
and you what the hell have you become?

Abandoned son, my fairly fallen angel, come on
And tell your father, what will we become?


Angels, we dwell in hell, humiliating and sad as well
The world succumbed, some tell
And there I stand stone-still, hence

In my own non-existance and muse upon consequence!