I've got a thought that inside my head
I think can save mankind But i have no pens or hands at all
And I'v become illiterate with time.
My bones are strong for work and time
But only rest relieves the mind
You are a tool of dissonance
Your labor is divine
But what of your quiet repentance
That you faked to cover your crimes.
Its harder to realize
How one thought cant simply change My mind
an action is better
Than trial and error
But therein the problem will lie
No pity for the wicked
In this time of submission
WE are singing
And w e know of time.
Your dissonant semtries and warring for centuries
is damagining our labor Divine.