Bring Out

We bring our children out.
We bring our loved ones out
Amidst this waste land
This hateful desert
That they may die by our

    Love

Out in this pain land
This hate land
To relive the sacrifice of the king
(Our beloved   King)
And here is His crown -

His crown in the garden of thorns.

Willingly we take our sons
Bound we take our daughters
The little girl so happy to please
The little boy weeping bitterly
They all go in in the end.

We never know what become of them.
They say they change; they grow - bear bitter
Fruit; forbidden, in this garden,
This unhappy garden -

The centre where death came into this world.
Thus is our sin forgiven.


I heard someone's jaw fell off.