Flames rise as broken soul’s fall
So few remain to heed the call
Many stumble along unaware
So many just do not even care
Hypocrites will lead the exodus
Zealots from the last precipice
Talking faith and truth; all lies
Preaching to the last on high
Innocents without arrogance
Regain their own true inheritance
Never seeing the great strife
Too busy living a better life
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 