To be or not to be, expressed question.
Alas poor Jesus, Christ I crossed him.
Fallen am I to experience less Son.
With respect sir your sheep I have lost them.
Beneath Sun nor Moon, my belief, my faith.
Ye hath lost none! Only the Ocean gives
up its time to reign, and rain it willeth.
Giving life to those few, who pray can live?
Amongst wolves, barking and howling for blood.
Money for talents and the poor be spent.
Double that is due, for Manna the food.
Of love, Ah, to see such a being rent.
Asunder, thunderous side splitting veils