and how can that be?
mind caught on the two enemies.
break me, and spite me
and let waves wash up in the sea.
cradling the infant of unborn pain
hammer to split the separating chain.
grace lends its beautiful hand
and justice breaks through their faces again.

infant-tolerations bring no wrong.
but residual atonement doesn't follow along.
and they ask the littlest and the most
and beg for everything and nothing near close.
deliberately observant and i've observed it all.
calling to be left alone and calling to begin called.
asking for single replacement, bonding to be split.
could you alternate for my sake, that's it?