He is the sovereign    Knows everyone’s heart    Has known it from the very start    Create the stage with guilt and regret.       The diagnosis unheeded    There lies a cure that concedes to sickness    Healing for those who desire it.      Today is the day    Acknowledge and stay    Wear the sackcloth and scatter the ashes.       Like a scholar in the dark accuses    God in the dock will see through all excuses.    The ancient man came forth and touched    the robe with great respect and feared.       Steer them right    Lead them onward and over the shrine.    Son of Leah, you are not alone    Breathe, sarcophagus.       A cry of a vulture, a cry of a man.       Son of Leah, you are not on your own.