Have they surrendered their feet?
Have they surrendered their thinking?
Have they surrendered their speech?
Have they surrendered their being to me?
So that they can descend; on the bricks they formed
Invasive teachings – Reaching; falling
I'll release their secrets; on the pits they warmed
So that they can descend
I wonder for the plight of the mortal creatures
Evidently damned on the march they lead
Never is the saint of these lawful preachers
Summoning remand but the brakes are bleeding
I wonder what they'll write with the answer keeling
I wonder what they'll fight when their hands are raw
Destination to be scorned
I wonder where they'll sign when they ransom feeling
Where will they sleep when their dreams are given life?
Have they surrendered everything to me?
Have they surrendered to weakness?