He gave the little ball unto his Son, who also held it by his ear. Year after weary year they all keep crying. They seem born to weep and die. Some are sincere in desperate desire to see her freed Of her absurdity. But War is here.
Men die in conflict, bathed in blood and greed.
Then with his nail he scraped the atmosphere, And both of them beheld the planet bleed. Then enter Terra microscopically To love the little souls who weep away their lives. And then I fell asleep and all awareness fled. I felt my very being shrinking down. My vastness ebbed away.