A pillar of black and white granite is all that is holding us up anymore.
We stand atop it and watch as the cracks form in the earth under us.
Everything we stand for is about to crumble all over again. Again,
and we are by no means ready to stand on our own in this world.
We depend on each other like the earth depends on rain and sun.
Without the other each of us would spiral down to hell's doors
and be hopelessly wondering and searching for love forever.
The world is ending once again, and all that's left is you.
When my world ends will your God go down with it?