For I saw in their eyes the betrayal they saw in mine.—
Their last silent plea, their hope laid empty laying in me,
This unlikely Savior they prayed I’d be.
But Saviors save souls of only the least deserving.
And their fate, innocent and pure though undeserving,
Lay far beyond the cares of Heaven’s humanity;
Lost in the labyrinth of God’s twisted insanity.
—And now, and in every moment’s passing, their cries echo long, lasting.
My heart wrenching, never fasting on the haunting of their ghostly pleas.
Ever daunting ghostly pleas.
They sing softly, “Betrayal, betrayal,” a hymn sung to my death. . .
. . . Till at last I lay in Hell’s warmth ’n silent depth.
Where there I saintly ponder, through the fiery inferno’s yonder,
Comes the drift of a faintly familiar lullaby,
“Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal,” ’tis the hounding of their maddening cry.