OUR LIFE PASSES AWAY 
LIKE IDLE CHATTER
FOR IN THIS SEASON 
WITH ALL ITS TREASON
OUR TRAGIC SHALL BE SPOKEN
AND UTTERED ON FOREIGN TONGUES
ROSES SHALL TURN TO STONE

LET OUR LIVES BE SHORT 
THE SHAME WILL BE TOO LONG

LIKE HOLLOW PROMISES
GESTURING WITH FATIGUE
LIFTED LIKE OLIVEN BRANCH
FROM VEINS EXPOSING YOUR PURPOSE
OUR BLOOD 
OUR CAUSE
OUR LIFE PASSES AWAY 
IDLE CHATTER