Where is Thy will

The life we knew exists no more,
our logics and the oaths we swore,
their values now have turned to nil,
oh, Father Mine, where is Thy will?

The living shell we’re dwelling in,
is merely now a toy for sin.
Priests are raping little kids,
dost Thou think it really fits?

But as we live, we’re in command,
without the help of Father’s Hand,
of the world we know today,
of our doom and Judgment Day