By Simple Man
Haunting, whimsical laughter echoed through the empty halls
Calling upon me, asking for salvation
The laughter sought salvation, wrought with the torture of others
What salvation could I bring to broken souls?
What savior would I become when the broken return home?
Cold and dreary my task became
Choices and decisions not mine to make
Made with a stroke of pen, brought back the souls were
Cast upon the people
Cast upon the lands
Cast upon the Heavens
Repent for their hubris
Repent for their sins
For the broken had returned home