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Lost
Thrust into battle unprepared,
A situation not shared.
Naked, no armor, no shield
Amidst an onslaught on this battlefield
Inviting death with each beat
Frightened awake, even more asleep
All tactics have failed,
To this miserable land I am nailed.
Down to the ground I kneeled
Praying to a god never revealed
To relieve my pain,
The permission to be sane.
Traditions of life are traditions of death,
Don’t know if I‘ll ever be home.
“Is there someone there? Beth…?”
I need your help! I can’t do this alone!
Bruised, battered, beaten down
All that is needed; a tear.
From the god renown.
…hope has no home here
Near the finale of an immortal’s lifetime,
Something is found, a miraculous tome,
A flash, a burst of heat; the ground hits hard.
Am I home?
Traditions of life are traditions of death,
Don’t know if I‘ll ever be home.
“Is there someone there? Beth…?”
I need your help! I can’t do this alone!
Absent so long, the world has changed
A muted version, Deranged.
What the hell happened to this place,
Is this world that God could not face?
Thrust back home unprepared.
A situation not shared.
How much time has gone?
Time claims all and spares none
Time took my Beth,
…stayed my death…
What mode of torture is this?
This is not the home that I miss!
Thrust onto a land; unknown,
Alone.
There is no one there…
No one to care…
Traditions of life are traditions of death,
I know I‘ll never be home again.
Through my life I will remain Beth’s
God, I need your help… I can’t do this alone!
