Divine Mother (The Tower Crumbles)

The divine mother stumbles 
Cancer wrapped around her heart 
The eyes of gods kept 

Infect fingers pry open the clearest cages 
Sickness has been made 

Father and sons 
Stoic fire 
Sisters tears protect 
There is no fear 
The eyes of god kept 

Measures have been taken 

Wipe clean my face 
Rip clear my heart 
Death must seem so distant 
That reach has not reached me: