Cry in the wild

You cried out to God
We below you cried for you
You carried the burden of the cross
I worried at the blood you lost
And although death is not the end
I cannot watch the suffering of a friend
or anyone who can suffer
the pains of abandonment
The rain of red on firmament
For the other is sensed by God
For the other is revered
There is nothing left to be feared
Not even death or suffering
We all go to the white palace in the wind
But while we are below in the wild
under a tent canopy of the stars
While we vainly grasp at shadows
there are only old sorrows
For the vain seek their own world
and forsake the inheritance of the Father
given to his Sons and Daughters
For the blind lead and the foolish follow
There lies ahead the great sorrow
There lies the great awaiting sorrow
But for the wise who know the deceptiveness of the eyes
But for the known who know the errors of what is shown
for the brave who let others recreate
for the meek who only after God seek
For the humble who forever walk but stumble
under the lies of the wicked
there are no tricks that
can avail. There can be no ship faster than a snail
in the Heavenly veil where we set sky sails
We are Cats in the water
after each others' slaughter
We live and let fall
at the feet of Heavens' door
But to stand away from the sharp crowd
I must await the trumpets to sound aloud
For the Rams' horn shall bellow
and all gals and fellows
after the gate is opened
one after another follow
to the Land of Zion
The return of the Lion
To the land of my Father
To live for ever after
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