Fill their sweet little hunger
Soak the dryness in their throats
Protect their skin from frigid air
Eternal continuity in my grasp
Fiery gust inside my chest
A peasant's bow from all around
Praying and craving for some mercy
Ground both our foundation
But only your hands will feel its dust
Your soul won't soon leave its place
Because you plead, obey and stay
Deception is what became your freedom
But only thing that flies is time
Forever omitted from present moments
Forever and ever striving to rest
Delusion created letting you move
A heinous ploy seen as blessing
A living creature in full oblivion
