Creator.
Whats it like to feel?
Can you give us the simplest of answers
While We wander
Through this never ending void
What has left them bleak and empty?
We have knelt at the foot
Of your precious throne
With question and misunderstandings.
Inevitable disharmony.
Day by day, left to wonder how
The answers remain transparent
After all this time.
A throat becoming, an open grave
Grapsing tighter to life.
Illuminate, bright for the world to see.
