Condemn the spirit which
has sent me here,
Condemn the phoney fools
who beckon me fear.
Sound off your reason why
you exist, and why I resist.
Condemn the growth of
hate that lies,
Condemn it from our minds
and eyes.
Oh, sunlight, roses, and
blue rain.
Man never sees, he only complains.
This poor specie, so
impious and sad, as it turns, it only finds bad.
As it falls, it kicks and sins,
And conquers a cork full
of pins.
Condemn my soul from this
sad place,
But bless it and give it
God's grace. |