every breed lives
without flaws, a breed fails to exist
and a dying breed
understands the purity of death's kiss
with an undertone of laughter,
the enemy uprises,
splitting your plans,
suffocating your light,
and dehydrating your hope
As you watch the light grow stronger in my "windows"
you cry out to me, but not to my breed...
no, not to my breed
You are so thirsty, your voice is faint and my ears are weak to it
Though, for you, I have been graced with another avenue
I hear your soul,
see, yours is connected with mine
and I am almost deafened by the sound
there are so few of you left,
and you,
left to suffocate, dehydrate, and fall off
by your own
because THEY couldn't handle it
you've turned away from your breed
though you are one of the few left of your "dying breed"
you refuse to let your last drops of kerosene evaporate
instead, I pray
I've enlisted you unto His angels
and for you,
He's holding a thousand times A THOUSAND TIMES the amount of watts it would take to light the entire universe...
held for you
held for you
Your breed may be dying, yes
but you will never go thirsty again.
AMEN.