Born to suffer, those above them
Sought to prosper, saw "creation", saw "improvements" to be made
Purer products mined and offered, empty promise
To relieve them from their suffering, made them suffer worse instead
Unto hunger, now to hunger unto filth
Left them filthy into trenches, bent in penitence for what?
The station born to them, with more for them to bear by far believing help would come?
Someone above to drive the car?
Born to suffer, planted gardens
Those above created ash and to the ground
Onto cherry and viburnum, sent it downward to obscure them
From the sun they in the process magnified
Fire burned to death, and water died of thirst
The earth interred itself inside itself, the wings of birds reversed
The deer went backwards through the goldenrod, the camera holding frame for us
No one there to witness or adjust
Did we get what we wanted?
Did we get what we deserve?
Will God forgive us?
Will God forgive us?
Do we get another chance?
Do we get another chance?
Do we get another chance?
Succumb to heat, succumb to power
Born to suffer, plant a garden, flowers grow
