The enemy, like god is all around us And god lifts not a finger to stop it Or answer the prayers of any supplicant Sacrificed Like Nadav and Avihu When βheavenly fire entered their nostrils And burned their soulsβ* Such fire burns hot and is unquenched And we thirst for a salvation, And though it is tarrying We still believe, That science will be our messiah And god a luxury We can return to Once we can think again About something other than survival.