Oh Glory divine, of thee I'm now bereft. I listened intently to Lucifer's lies and now I am deprived. I wail each day and I cry each night, knowing well no mercy is nigh. And yet, I cannot help but ponder what should happen if Ye should change your mind. Would I dance like the fireflies? Would I sing like a bird?
Or would I go about with not a thought of your great mercy in mind?