Without love
yes, we are angry
to be more bitter
for decades
barely able to eat
with envy
with little to eat and an proud heart
into a sweet syrup
With some sweet shame pills
and penitential roads
could not banish from our hearts
Search
Search
Search the stomach of lakes

The deep, deep lakes
stained with sins all
coloring our fields

The sorrows
our sorrows are always in our souls
save our souls

Grieve
you who are only angry
Grieve
You who cannot be sad
You must change these things in mourning
for your own sake
toward thyself
Grieve.