sorry

fallen stars caught in the web of deception.
as the spider weaves her web in the eye of the storm,
so will the cannons lay waste to the shores.
By will of man, nothing can be done,
the hand of God will mould the life of wretched.
insatiable the greed of the greedy
the path has no end and no purpose.
Where lies the faith mine?
i have come to seize it and put it back in You.