Do You desire to lead the broken?
Lost souls with cracked hearts and minds.
Will You see through the turmoil and strife,
and aid them raising their flags in time?

Yes I have seen the broken,
ours rose from the graves of doubt and rebel.
You cant have both the good and bad,
constantly trying to destroy each other in the libel.

Which one will You nurture?
or will You let them starve.
When are You going to say something of meaning,
other than critique en masse, by and large.

Are You filling the cracks in your glass heart,
Addicted to the tears, the loss and pains.
The blood upon Your gossamer gowns
not memories, but only stains.

What goals will You will accomplish,
will You reach the the peaks of Your success.
Or do You just move on to the next target.
and just start another mess.

Swinging silver and steel,
mortals of our home shall persist.
There are none who desire to kowtow to You,
no matter how hard You insist.

Many have traveled long and far,
though not as far as You
But a Divine shouldn't barter in false hope
just to prove a point or two.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Phaestian, in the year 853 AF.