Give me wings,Lord
So that they would burn
And ashes would decorate
Your sky, living a black death
For the horns of morality
Have blown and long been silenced.
There are flag bearers in a world
Where ethics protect the unethical,
One of your worlds, dear Lord-
A network of pipelines of mistrust.
But a few can hear the cold sirens
The gift, you bestowed them with
So that you could be summoned;
So as the courtrooms turn into pyres
A call sets out in your search,
The darkest hour weighs heavy on us.
So that they would burn
And ashes would decorate
Your sky, living a black death
For the horns of morality
Have blown and long been silenced.
There are flag bearers in a world
Where ethics protect the unethical,
One of your worlds, dear Lord-
A network of pipelines of mistrust.
But a few can hear the cold sirens
The gift, you bestowed them with
So that you could be summoned;
So as the courtrooms turn into pyres
A call sets out in your search,
The darkest hour weighs heavy on us.
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