In the darkened sky I see my face.
Starry eye and comet tears in place.
From inside the city you can't see,
The lights drown it out from the street.
My face is hidden from most earth's populous.
But not from the farmer with moral consciousness.
The twinkling are my blinking eyes.
Aghast at the state of human life.
In their cities they see light and civilization.
I see fire prophesying their ultimate damnation.
Look up and you will find my face
Look up, if you can, from your place.
The owl under the trees can find it
Cattle of the field, from my face, benefit.
Not you man of urban dwelling,
Nor you woman of profession rebelling.
In the night's heaven is where my eyes cry,
Over humanity thinking naught of the day they die.
Their souls will sink below the dust of their bones.
Why, why, why is the message I groan.
I look at my face in the darkness of night
Starry eyes, comet tears, over human's plight.
I look at my face in the darkest of nights,
Starry eyes, comet tears, weak without might.
I look at my face in the dim twilight
Starry eyes, comet tears, blinking and twinkling at human blight.
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