The sun rises day by day and falls just the same, replaced by a moon, a holder of secrets. So much as been seen that cant be spoken of. Like tears falling to the ground, she's all alone. Face pressed in her knees. How can a father be so cold and heartless, cowardly and sick. She looks up to you as though you could help her escape this world that she is dying in. There is good that still remains, but it seems so hard to find. Like the one who seeks to be more than they are by sacrificing his own desires for freedom. The moon weeps tonight for he knows the end is near. We must embrace it with open arms. It wont be long till he takes in more than he can bear. His tears will turn to blood and will rain down upon the earth. What have we done, O my God. The serpent roams the earth tonight. Claiming all he can. For he knows the end is near and the earth will be wasted with fire falling from the sky. All will be made new and refreshed.