Grey skies open up

Stars shatter from a perfect imperfection

Willows are weeping

And flowers are dying

The sea is dried out

And the fish lay dead

The Clown takes off his mask

As the teardrop falls from his face

An everlasting drought

Spawned from your two-faced charade

As the Tower of Babel crumbles

Every brick marked

Every person with a new tongue

This is defying death

The scornful wrath of God appears

Our hands not held

Mine nailed on a crucifix

My tears of Blood

And you

Lost to me

This charade is over

This is defying death

Marked from your deception of a Perfect
Imperfection