Woe; woe upon you.
Woe, woe, woe! Woe upon you!

You could have had paradise
But you went for the easy return
You can make the heart of a star
And you use it to make them burn

Chained to the rock
And you’ll never go free
God gave you eyes
But you still cannot see what for
Theft of fire

Woe; woe upon you.
Woe, woe, woe! Woe upon you!

For all of the talk of love
There are fields of the victims of hate
Actions speak much louder than words
And you talk in a figure of eight

Chained to the rock
And you’ll never go free
God gave you eyes
But you still cannot see what for
Theft of fire

Oh, man alive!
What a hell you hath wrought!
You’re a rich man’s child
That has never been caught before
Theft of fire

© Kurt Riley, 2016.