Shatter my heart
Ridicule my blood, sweat, my tears
Rob me of my hopes and dreams
Spit on my years of endless toil.
Mock my incessant pleas to The Most High.
Worldly Works of Wordless Wisdom
Fruitless Faith in Form-Fitting Futility,
Swim swiftly in the red rivers of our blood
Dance, drunken on our sweat and tears.
Build your house with the fruits of our labour,
Raise your majestic roof with our hopes and dreams
Remember my incessant pleas to The Most High
Love: Candy Morrow