Looks like the Holy Ghost is gone,
And now you're afraid of yourself.
Over your sholder you have watched,
Heaven fall into Hell.
Looks like you boat is about to sink,
So it is time to prepare.
Even the angles are losing sleep,
And the sidewalks are bare.
Oh, it looks like the war was in your head,
And not your heart.
Just when you think you've figured things out,
They all fall apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem