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