Grey skies open up
Stars shatter from a perfect imperfection
Willows are weeping
And flowers are dying
The sea is dried out
And the fish lay dead
The Clown takes off his mask
As the teardrop falls from his face
An everlasting drought
Spawned from your two-faced charade

As the Tower of Babel crumbles
Every brick marked
Every person with a new tongue
This is defying death

The scornful wrath of God appears
Our hands not held
Mine nailed on a crucifix
My tears of Blood
And you
Lost to me
This charade is over
This is defying death
Marked from your deception of a Perfect Imperfection