And Still They Weep - Gamma Sector

Engulfed in the pool of suffering

Their call for help concealed

The weight of death smothering me

Anguish is all I feel

They cry for peace

Knowing it will be ignored

And still they weep

A writhing mass, a pitiful horde

Despondent

Forlorn

Abhorrent

No more

Our only hope, putting our trust in

A mirage of a savior’s choice

To cleanse us of our corruption

Lost in songs of rejoice

They sink down to their former state

Even worse than before

Knowing it will be ignored

And still they weep

A writhing mass, a pitiful horde

They cry for peace

They Weep