Should someone fill him in?
My turn to wake up Father Damien?
Not a chance
No, he's not my friend.

Not in his book, or in his hymn
Or the age old tale
Of how he made the world
We know so well.

Partly right, she held the light.

Only Hell
Must have felt
Worse than this will

Time will tell
Just how much
Of this belongs to us.

Just get him to his chair
My turn to lead us in a silent prayer
That's not good
I don't think I could.

Not in his word, or in his plan
Or in the Way we all pretend
When we grow up we're
Going to make it big.

If we lose, she let us choose.

Only Hell….