And yet despair fills the land of his creation,
The cries of the desperate go unheard,
How long will we remain blind,
How long will we remain deaf?
Only the mouth speaks of the wrath
That has befallen on us.
We speak against the Holy One in rage,
Spilling untruths and planting insidious thoughts,
Forgetting, forgetting,
That one was sent to love us,
A very long time ago.
Our souls weep because it remembers,
That there once was pure love,
And it was glorious and it had flourished.
Our eyes will no longer see such glory
Because they are shrouded by darkness,
By our own evil doings.
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