THE CHOICES

We are murderers, it's true,

Every time we kill choices too.

We pick one, a hundred must fall,

They die so swiftly, we don't notice at all.

We murder the world, the air, the sea,

We murder time so recklessly.

We need your lenses, pure and bright,

Our omnipotent God, guide us to the light.

We need your wisdom, vast and deep,

Even though our hearts are light, they weep.

We crave a tender, loving embrace,

And in it, we'll find our true grace.

I'm a murderer too, you see,

Half a man, half a deity.