Just like the sunset mourns the tragic lost of heavenly lights; So does the sunrise cry as it departs the mystic dark. I know why now some doves don't cry. Savagery flairs in the heat of the night; Salvaging faith which was lost in the light. The thing they called pride, I heard has died; Souls Have been lost in the nick of time. I know now why, some loveones cry. The thing they call love has started to hide. Deconstructing hearts with a tender smile. A hidden way which renders haste; devouwering souls through a savage game. He who survives will allways rise; Claiming his rights through a beasty fight. A new survivor will never know fear; and with booms and guns will make you obey. No wonder why, my GOD has died; For when nature calls; I give it our all.