Thy words are hollow
Echo only in bats' ears
Thy promises abound
At gates of utopias
Thy ways alchemistic
Underseas of green sands
Thy world so pale
Grey with smoke of poverty and pain
Thy faithful
Never inquire this shame
Thy people loved
Only not for ordeals of fate
Thy power discrepant
Not for stories of concrete
Thy justice candid
But for anatomy of muck and sludge
Thy hope infinite
Nebula for tormented anima
