In the darkness, one man spoke of truth
And the next thing he knew, he opened a wound.

Not many reside in the light,
Of whom you're scared? Do you know why?

Yet the many faults of men dwell within the shadows,
None speak the words on everyone's mind.

Let the darkness come,
Cities, towns and souls all burn,

A man sits and prays,
Hoping to better what next comes,

He watches, as on his knees he remains,
Wishing, praying away all what befell,

But then, a man stops praying, he stands,
He cries unto the shadows:

Leave, for I am God's promised Hand.