Leap

The hope inside, a meanstruck preen
The Truth is it's a greener thing

Walling Wall-less heedless sky
Cycling through all eyes Aye-Aye

And we all weep and we all pray
Our differences distorting; fray

O Holy human "enemy"
G*d helps need each other, plea:

Whatever I might do to thee
Will already be done to me

Don't help the devil in his glee
By coming in with death to me

You're writing both our eulogies

Death is no ones friend (you'll see)
Don't shake his hand for anything

Your Mystics know the Holy tree;
The highest order? Ever-green.