Deep in the country lies a Marsh created by a monsoon,
Upon the surface lies a reflection of a heavenly chain which cuts the moon.
It stretches out to the sky in a reach for hope,
To grasp it's body and to entangle it like rope
It stretches through odds and turbulence with pace.
While everyone watches from beyond driving it with faith.
A fraction amongst the crowd chant words of hate, while the remaining stand still readily to debate
There's no point feeling guilty when it's already too late,
Yet it still reaches shattering ideas we thought to be fate.
Its here to change ideas about how we relate,
A biblical phenomenon is what the world will state.
It stretches along an unguided path,so forcefully it carves it's way.
There's speculation that its integrity can't withstand the vacuums of space.
It shall be ripped to shreds and thrown back down on its face.
Yet despite suspicions, it steadily inches closer with grace.
It trails a blinding chain forced from minerals and stones,
I'n an instant the ideas of its true powers are owned.
What exist beyond our sights is still a mystery unknown,
Yet the thought of the Savior fading sends a chill down to the bone.
Collective minds join together only to form ideas related,
the deep unavoidable will hold a star we've created.
The deep untouchable receives countless speculations.
In respect thoughts only became queer through temptations.
Its faults become clear when the structure becomes shaken.
When the objectives seems spacious we reinforce the foundation.
We can never see it clear,only fragments and traces.
Although the hour draws near and not a second is wasted.
In the end we're all left to our own guesses and statements.
While knowing the second Savior is already in the making.
