These people seem
Like a vision of a past
That has yet to
Have elapsed.

All these awful singers
With their songs-
A sick attempt
At righting their wrongs:

They pray to a god
That's so far above
And not to the lake
For it's unworthy of

Prayer
Has guided them so far away
From all of this God
That's truly here to stay

Unless we destroy it
In a war.
Ask your God-
What that would be for.

He won't have an answer.
Because unlike this lake

He dies with you.