God, the fevered children,
narcoleptic kleptomanics...

Polished chains, dawn-breaking and faith forsaking
Sentiment pales to diversity and balance flees us...

You are a key. Life is a series of doorways down...
If god is what is powerful and righteous, it is...

A lullaby of criminal authority hidden in ripples...
so fierce, protective, and waning by the light of...

What goes on up there?
Do all the voices blare...