Oh brother, I see your tired eyes and weary heart.
This old cloak of burden weighs on your spirit.
Your eyes still water for the hurt of yesterday,
but not one soul bothers to collect the tears.
Don’t you feel time calling for resurrection?
Don’t you yearn for the light within to burst open
into the ghastly fields of doubt?
Whether or not the horror holds lessons to be gathered
you must leave your hoary self behind your back.
Oh brother, shed your skin!
Bring forth a God worth worshipping!
A beacon to Men’s limitless potential!
And when change finds its way around to you once more –