Before the existence of this time,
Spending time hobnobbing with lies
In a building locked for cover.
Time relinquished pain on their side
And makes the fool fools the fool again
Never has it make a change,
Still to their knowledge
"They whimpered our god is sleeping"
With rustic robe of woven camel
They wore like prophets of old.
Body sliced like tomatoes
And full of godly blood,
Tears of regret yet foolish in their thought
They wondered what has gone wrong
Even thou they are nomore strong,
Their life is moving like flood
And dread with fear and dissappointment.
Nomore struggle to keep their feet
And time to accept the defeat.
For their belief has been shattered
In the rider of the clouds.
The earth tossed with wave
And began to heave the region
A great fire swept through
To be saved from the searing heat
I went dip inside the snow
There I heard the hoary cry
"You can't hide for life"
I crawled out of the hole
And placed a pole
To remember the hoary cry.