How Is the World Now Ruled By the Debased
The empty tomb is here inside my house
Not entire and not destroying all
This space where used to dwell my loving spouse
The consolation is bitter excuse
The loss of love, my future state appals.
The empty tomb is here inside my house
As I live, to whom am I of use?
Where is the voice that to my heart will call?
A space where used to speak my loving spouse
There is no resurrection for our race;
But from the nuclear threat we each recoil.
The empty tomb is here inside my house
How is the world now ruled by the debased?
Are we redeemed ever from our Fall?
I miss exchanges with my thoughtful spouse
Must we build more iron prison walls?
How bitter, Jesus, is the human bile.
The empty tomb is here inside my house.
This space where we mused,spouse to spouse
So dust to dust and ash to ash,oh lord
Let us mourn without more wrath,discord
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