When Heaven Cries

 

I

Many have concerns and worthy thoughts contemplate;

how to save the World and make it a better place.

Freeze your screen and paint your face on fate;

its for the children, honey, lets progress the stage.

When Heaven cries, nobody there to state;

only placating vicars, choosing to dine a bit late.

Who dost gather with us, shall scatter in turmoil and rate!!

II

To lead the sheep and create the perfect Kingdom come;

snubbing at the Taxman, the Harlot and Heathen scum.

Forgetting how from serfs all the great nations dawned;

how Christ made way, breaking the enemies bones.

Now the same people, who erect statues, adorn

paintings nobody understands, but the twisted and torn.

In the name of science, silence competition at Home.

III

When the merchants more virtuous, than ministers, priests;

understand more loving-kindness, than sleight of hands.

At the pulpit the drones and NPC, scan for the pieve;

will people be Pietas or will they naughty the yeast!

When Heavens Crying, all Righteous busy Grands;

can't do nothing for the Man down on Crossroads – no Brand!

Better wait for the Samaritan to make something from least.

IV

Where will be a time, when Jesus shall return like a King;

reward the meek and unholy, who there metal alone.

The Righteous abandoned, to the fringes of nine rings;

their power stripped like Saruman, rainbows waning.

Repent, who you hope on false remedies, atone;

chanting Lord, Lord, this is the Church of God, wont crown!

The Cornerstone shall surpass all accords and bling.