The hollow glass drum beats down deadly drops,
My prayers have been answered,
The Calling echoes as I wade through,
Sun-kissed emerald deathly defying daggers,
As I start suddenly to slowly sprint suddenly,
To grasp the water of hope and life.

The beads drip painfully slowly down,
My brow in the sweltering heat,
But I fear not as my prayers have been answered,
I can live another day so I rejoice,
God has mercy on us as the Heavens open wide,
Through several seconds of senseless wrecked and wretched souls the wrath subsides.

Where are we placed in the circumference of the circle of life?
Is it evident before our first breathe,
Of innocence,
Who plans out path?
Are our futures entwined in Yours,
Will we meet again before death departs us?
One day we will look in the mirror and will not see ourselves,
We will see what society has made us, a different shape, path, promise,
In the womb we were but perfect beads of hope, life, promise,
But the future consumes the past and the past is no more.

Who are we but beads of dust in the beginning and in the grave end?
We have poisoned God's pure innocence,
And beautiful promising Earth,
And indult him with our irreversible commitment to illusions,
Of beauty and hollow, false, hope,
What have we become but hollow souls,
That seep into Holy Heaven like blood,
In a glass of beaded water,
We do not cherish the drops that feed us,
They will soon be gone,
Who are we to suck the life out of our soul?
Spit back hollow promises of change,
Liberty is lost no and forevermore.


My prayers are shattered, incomplete, bubbles,
My ears are cut off,
No longer can Your Word penetrate the mirrored vacuums.