In the underflow
While we’re asleep
We pray the Lord our souls to keep
When we are gone down so deep
We pray to wake in mornings keep
And many times throughout the night
We are gone from this mortal coil
We pray we can escape the toil
Of darker realms that burn and roil
Fathoms beneath this earthly soil
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 