Of those who emptied the glass of condemnation
And did not satisfy the thirst for madness -
They shall devour the tears of a promise
That was foretold to be broken.
It is the colorless spirit of each blinded plea to save this lost bond.
It is defiance to keep their houses burning.
For when the rivers’ maternity joins the circle of divine seas,
Serendipity and choice will greet one destiny.