Oh Exalted....
Oh, Exalted!
Hear the psychopathic killers cry,
ask them once again for me,
I scream towards a breathless sky.
Do you hear their words of worship,
beneath the fallen lies,
Hope,
Forgotten lust, they are
pursuing the end of time.
And as I lay awake these nights,
to listen to them mourn,
I know that, though I hear their pain,
I shall never learn.
Only thou, Exalted One,
can ease their aches of life,
alas, you never coo to them,
or take them into stride.
Hold them close,
I beg of thee, in a whisper
I must tread,
softly o'er the killer hands,
or caress will find me dead.

alli may 93
modified july 98