Is it pride?
Is it honour?
Is it wealth?
Is it health?
Is it the Sun and Moon you long for?
Can you hear the past?
Can you see the present?
Can you speak the future you wish for?
When the tears fall, while the blood pours,
will universal reunion be so painful?
Though the world drowns,
in fire so intense,
and shadows so damned frightful,
I sit calm,
giving commentary on mankind,
the talented, gifted animal.
But I sit and wait,
for my time to wake,
and to retake,
my place among the true and faithful.
Yet wait I shall,
till all are still,
within the eye of my tornado.
