How innocent and unprepared were we,
How scornful and livid could you be?
You attacked, you fought, you took her!
You left us here to perish—to rot in a blur!
Barely through her adolescence, you demand
On your chariot of fire with sword in hand
Benevolent are you who keeps her there?
Snatched from us who ‘lay and swear’
Oh keeper of light, oh merciful dawn
I mock your name with high delight
They say I have lost it—well she is gone!
For you, my lord, don’t feel contrite
Heaven and Hell are your game’s fault
And you have placed the world in hell
You take, you snatch, you kill, you halt
Unhinged, My ‘unholy’ life will now rebel
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