Farmer of all Human Sorrow

Of the seeds he plants, only some he reaps
For himself the weak he keeps
The meek he claims will feed his hunger
True strength a grain, a single number

The sky, we were always watching
Pray, but our land is rotting
Why, and you are forgotten
You can't catch what it is not falling

Sorrow new
Wisdom bought too
Sorrow true
Now you follow through

Of faith and of warning
We try but the ground is calling
Why and your voice is poison
You can't find what is not missing

Follow through
Die for you
Live to serve
Serve to prove

And the harvest bows to feed the hunger
The farmer reaps what he has sown
There is no more a simple thing
The farmer takes what the farmer owns

The harvest bows
The hunger grows
The farmer takes

The farmer takes
What the farmer owns



Credits
Writer(s): Valoth Lord
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