Complacentry

Complacentry

I love my people, we are sleeping

If I could fly across this room and prove that I've awakened

You'd go on with your lives, preceding your 9 to 5's, as if no mircle had happened

Even if I promised you that you'd joined me, you to could awaken

You'd pass me by, day by day until the time of damnation

What then is there to do, than to bring about their end, not to their remaking