We fill the desert with footsteps
Demigods in barren lands
Chariots rusted, horses starved to death
You left us here to suffocate
Or to dream of a better place
What if we weren’t here to stay?
What if we left?
Who would acknowledge your prodigys?
And receive your judgement day?
Calmly closing doors at night
Leaving, hiding in plain sight
All our clothes left behind
Making us deprived
The childs are running
From the beasts you hid under our beds and in our closets
Teaching us deterrence but not how to live without prophets