here again, with nothing to say, nothing in my heart, a stranger in this strange land, immigrant of circumstance. cry out, oh lord, cry out! part the clouds and send your fury, for nothing remains in the ashes of creation - I set the flames to destroy your face, your tears of sunshine stir nothing in this blackness; torrential rivers will not move this stone; your hot breath will not dry the sweat from the land, it will not cool the flames. OH LORD! CRY OUT! I do not hear you anymore.
screaming at low volumes
