To whom? And Why?
Do Men's souls cry?
In darks of night
On bleakest morn?

To what I say?
Do these men pray
for comforts 'gainst the deeds of Man?
Who torch and blaze,
**** and raze
to the ground
this Others land.

The Women cry
and shriek and wail.
In vain.
In temples set alight.
those strong stone walls,
Now barred up doors,
Protect this flock
You
Lord of light.


And now men praise!
Call forth his name.
For in his name they duly came.
And to proclaim?
Death.
And only death
Is His lasting vein.