The Oceans Grave

Burn these villages down and let our Kingdom Come. Power to the sun to set this all ablaze. I don't care what color these nights are or how quiet the screams get. This failure is the torment in torturing. Crashing our buildings, crash these towers. Let it crumble to bury the ruble. All the water from the oceans will collapse our lungs from within, but grace never leaves. Look up to the innocence and see the tears fall from the sky. Every year we mistake it for rain. And I'm so terrified of your traps because I feel that I'll never find myself again. Oh my God Angels! Glory be to the Servants! Savior come loud and carry for us the sailors home! This ship cannot sail any longer and I too would die to save million. If I can have the opportunity to save one.