equally skilled
foreman, jon
i feel like a fruit-picker who arrived here
there's nothing here at all
there's nothing at all here that could placate my hunger
the godly people are all gone
there's not one honest soul left alive
we're all murderers and thieves
setting traps here for even our brothers
and is even now swiftly arriving
don't trust anyone at all
not your best friend or even your wife
for the son hates the father
the daughter despises even her mother
right in the room of your very household
though i sit here in darkness
i will be patient as the lord
punishes me for the wrongs i've done
bringing me to light and to justice