Misery is My Only Friend,

God I wish there was more.

Love of the World is Gone...

Owed to the Heavenly Store.

I Dream of Days Beyond the Dead,

Where War and Hatred are a Rumor

And Death is Silenced for Eternity;

Forever Lost in the Murmur.

Life is Futile When We Live For Today,

When We Live for our Stomach.

The Riches, The Glory, the Fire

Will Lead a Death Plutonic.

But Looking to the Hill, & Turning from the Fire,

Lifting our Faces to the Heavens:

Life is Promised & Death is Famished

And Salvation is Our Holy Grace.