Illuminate

Illuminate our day but we sod all
Nothing oblivious it is the night
In his black robe give us our clarity
The darkness does all the truth
Their gloss is dominated the suffering
If everything is asleep and nobody speaks
Can we hear the last words
Can we hear the last words of the prophets
Attempts of the declaration what we have
Seen and heard to convey our new gods
It is unspeakably difficult