Potent, yet sterile hands that destinies can change.
Tied to the post in knots, when they encounter one who's deaf.
Seem their lives so cruel for beholders with no lure,
But the swine lurk in the mud for the comfort 'n disregard.
Play these hands the mighty God; rising oceans, falling stars.
Found the fate within your eyes, but your sail was drafted by the tide.
As astral bodies gleamed the bay, you chose to marvel darker ways.
Gone so far the senseless...