söndag 12 Okt 2014, 16:05

God is sulking up above,
And shocked at this sad end,
Of his biggest work of love,
That He can never mend.

Deep below the surface lies,
A kingdom lost to time;
Silent now, once full of cries,
Of a royalty in its prime.

Come to me and dig me out,
I want to be set free;
Feels so weak, I cannot shout,
These rats are bugging me.

I’m not sleepy in my tomb,
With worms infesting me;
Starving till they call it doom,
My soul is not yet free.

Every soul a slave of mine,
I used to be their boss;
Dined in glory, gold, and wine,
Now feeding on chaos.

Morbid are the ways of life,
And morbid is its end;
Morbid as a naked knife,
Your fate cannot amend.

God is sulking up above,
And watching in confusion;
As his biggest work of love,
Is now just an illusion!