Bastard, your arms go on forever but you didn't leave us anything. Not a fucking thing. You never heard our battered prayers and we're not saved but our lungs will keep scraping them out and we'll keep waiting. Bastard, your promise belies death but we're dying. We scream out our brothers' names and we can't imagine the pain you never saved us from. You never heard our battered prayers and we're not saved but my lungs are finished scraping them out and I won't wait.