The vagabonds of lesser intention 
It’s a grave mistake to not mention 
When you are asked something which you later may rely on in court
I saw him take that girl by force
And the weather crashed in 
I could see it was him 
Who managed to etch on stone 
That he alone could take her home 
To the cave where Brahman resides 
I watch him move in leather hides 
As he seeks to own 
That which his labour has grown 
And he knows what he is 
Or at least he knows what it takes to live 
In this stalemate you have grown for yourself
I watch him rely on mental health 
To excuse a crime
And one of the victims was mine 
As she cobbled together a stitch, then a leaf 
To fake some measure of belief 
In the god that denies 
The existence of lies 
As it assuages the fears of the masses 
They hand us copybooks in classes 
So we can write 
And they teach us to question the right 
Of the divine law to exist 
But, wait, was there something I missed
In the indefatigable storm 
Was I cold or just getting warm 
As I struck close to the bone 
Watching you all alone 
As you flailed and shattered all you could grasp 
I watched because your power couldn’t last 
And it gradually faded, ebbed below the sea 
Like the sun on a horizon of grey mystery 
She scolds the child 
This is what you get for growing up wild 
But I cannot agree 
If I hadn’t have died I wouldn’t be me