All In Due Sequence Aids

All is not well In this kibbutz Distant thunder Suffers, pardons Armour crumbles In this temple Does the keeper's Soul surrender? Aren't the roots here In this dark soil Drinking like some Suckers should? And we will stay In this dim light Dragging echoes Somewhere else Aiming blame In others' corners Dowsing these flames So we can breathe And the wonder In our slumber Dregs our blood So sick, so sick