Congested in fear as we hear clear the final call,
Green swamps see sinking dreams of stinking sewage and hear our horrors as we scream.
The earth is softened. Till, brown mounds are moved to cover your corpse from their sorrow filled view.
It is what we fear most. So, we claim heavenly hosts will come for us. We trust the lust of a white collared thief who sales us relief from our fear and grief,