My God, My God?… We, Called Out, wrapped in red, white and blue Why have you forsaken?… We plunge from a precipice into the orange sun. His waves burn. Amber grain, Why are you so far away?… We are upside down Icarus. So few remember the story now that liturgy has been Pushed aside. Everyday I call… A juggernaut breaks down three houses. Every night I lift my voice… The fourth estate is Poisoned. Is this the One who relies on the Lord?… Icarus tumbles. It is better than good. We crash. We die on that Solid Rock. Let the Lord save him… The Juggernaut comes at The Rock…The Rock that crushes….the Rock that cannot be moved.
Let the Lord rescue him….