The Sacred Tear
I see them fight among themselves
Do nothing for the spill of blood
It seems my children made a choice
From now until the coming flood
So all the wretched of the world
Down on their knees, and say they pray
And they want Me to intervene
I say "Perhaps another day."
So this planet may well be doomed
With our fool crowned as figurehead
And I will only shed a tear
Then say "Tough luck. You've much to dread."