Looking ahead, upon the hills,
I am bored
Behind me, gaining, I cannot
see the horde
Billions of men, Billions of women,
Billions of little girls, and Billions of little boys,
No, I won’t be one of the Lord’s many toys.
Running ahead with the world behind,
any sanctuary I cannot
find.
Up ahead, I see the wall
The moment called for what I knew so well
Something I learnt in my time in hell.
Searching, searching, there had to be a bend.
No. This could not be the end…
