Creator. Whats it like to feel? Can you give us the simplest of answers While We wander Through this never ending void What has left them bleak and empty? We have knelt at the foot Of your precious throne With question and misunderstandings. Inevitable disharmony. Day by day, left to wonder how The answers remain transparent After all this time. A throat becoming, an open grave Grapsing tighter to life. Illuminate, bright for the world to see.