Thousands of years of illusory days of deceit 
Hollow eyes of simple minds flattening their feet 
Atrophied minds, easy survival 
No wants, no needs 
Their hands on their Bible 
Work for the worn, safe place for teh sane 
A place for lies unveiled, mistakes made plain 
I wait while the world wakes 
Find a home for my hands 
Desperation holding hands with tragedy 
Lost time colluding with lunacy 
Take the holy out of war and what's left to fight for?