Forsaken Poem by King Sebastian

I have never seen the righteous forsaken
Or his children begging bread

The foundations are breaking
The worlds are groaning
And children walk the cities begging bread
Their eyes tell a story of Famine and Pestilence
Of War and Death, the terrible riders of an apocalypse
Their gaunt frames carry a load beyond their age
Sometimes you can see the heartbreak
The weight of world's end on their shoulders
And the need for sustenance
They are the children of the righteous
But they are begging for bread
The worlds have turned Topsy-Turvy
The end has come and gone
Hope is dead, despair is come
Fear and dread, the last flickers of light are gone.

I have never seen the righteous forsaken
Or his children begging bread