Down with this sad excuse for living, lacking in pain and thanksgiving, to which you try and conform.
Down with that murderer of love, pretending to rise above, indifferent and lukewarm.
Down with every cold glass sheet, behind which a shapeless creed, persistently fails to form.
Yes, down with Apathy -Fear's daughter-
watching as Faith walks us on water,
through this life's heart-wrenching storm.
