His concentration
              lapsed for a moment
          and a million tears
       suffocated.

Asleep on the job,
   his people were smothered.

And the xylophone melody
  of starvation was watched
                       from afar.


Buried beneath shallow prays,
          they were naked truths
          of a denial of faiths failings.
  

Nothing is watching,
   and If it was its a voguer of pain.


Not omnipotent, but a perverted
                 version of humanities

worst traits..


But since then we have grow,
   and realised that we are better
watching ourselves.

      Humanity is the light that can shine,
Showing others that we are the morality
of self, and we need to watch ourselves grow.

Never to suffocate our principles,
           there what makes up evolved
                from the past mistakes that
  colour us in shame and show we ned to grow.