all this sadness
birds sing about now
such sorrowful
melancholy tones
wond'ring just why
even just how
how could this be
sun still shines
but not with gladness
its rays are torment now
can you hear that moaning
each desperate morning
a separate sigh
even just how
could all this sadness be
maybe this world
has lied to us
pretending to be
something it never was
contending to something
it can never truly be
I hear God laughing
pointing an electric finger
another cosmic thunderbolt
striking eclectic mother earth
measuring every wretched sea
why are we so distressed
maybe it's this whole bloody mess
those cruddy things we've done
letting so many birds
disappear and slip away
species gone forever
no sweet bird song
on the coming day
what if the sun gave up
deciding it had had enough
what if the moon
suddenly departed
what would we think
what then would we see
when crushing darkness started
maybe fish want to tell us something
maybe the moon lost its courage
maybe then we'll truly realize
maybe God too is disparaged
it's too late to wake up
trying to make something
other than what else up
it's too late for us
wounds are apparent
our planet is bleeding
birds have stopped singing
things earth is needing
in our needy dreams
we are reeling
what do you imagine
sad birds are feeling
maybe the sea knows
maybe trees know
something about real truth
once bees are all gone
we'll see that giant
ruthless hole in our roof
sadly God won't help us
disappearing birds are proof
trees aren't surprised
by this new age doom
oceans themselves
now know
nothing but gloom

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