But I Do Wonder
But I do wonder
of the eons long,
you’d monsters need
atone, rebirth your song…
How many eons, pay
for monstrous deeds
on innocents of God,
in monsters feeds?
I cannot count them.
There is no end,
to all such monsters deeds
to comprehend…
For eons we’ll all need,
God’s children, hurt,
to heal your monstrous deeds
in us, and earth…
Where is there a concept
in the sane God’s mind,
carry such monstrous deeds
of monster kind?
You blind and sick and stupid
monster raptor
of beings innocent
of God Creator!
I’ll count not your acts.
There is no ending.
That goes too far, too deep,
in murder spending…
So I do wonder of
the eons long,
you’ll monsters need, atone,
rebirth your song…
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