Suckled

The audience is watching. What kind of people will humanity be? We must be remade. This is the expression of thoughts to this issue.

The soul, a tear drop in the eye

A symphony, a shudder in the darkness

Humanity, living in the utterances

There is no point alone

The void is not our home

Yesterday is a lie with butter

The rescue cost all everything

Suckled with a hateful heart

The knee must break

The soul must fall

The man must be unmade

To befall the fate of the remade

No spoken thought is enough

To express what is meant in sorrow

The Hand waits to embrace

The man who lost his place

This is what to serve

This is what to be called for

You cannot serve two masters

You must bow before the reality

And wait for the hate to abscond its place