In our darkest hour, we stand alone, we stand muted, we stand dumb.
In our direst need, we can't beg, we can't pray, we can't be heard, we won't be seen.
(God must be the Great Voyer of the Universe. No hard feelings, Man, since Your Son was Just Another Good-Hearted Kid, an innocent led to slaughter by the world. I quake in fear for this. Which might mean i'm getting closer to the source.)