Make the boat that saves us all.

It is Noah’s ark,

The only one that transcends the law.

It won’t break, will never fall

Made of steel sheets, metal hearts,

Heralded by countless stars.

Fit for the one who wears the crown

Bright and shining, beloved by all

We’re mere supporters,

Praying for light.

A touch, a glance, a glimpse will do,

For he is the righteous,

The gospel truth.

We are intellectuals,

Believer of the right,

Of Noah, his ark, the light that blinds.

We fear the darkness the water holds,

Stab the hands trying to stay afloat

Who’s to know who’s below?

As we go on,

The sea becomes oily.

Dark flames rage across the sky.

We start wondering,

But still choose blindly, believing,

Having faith that we are right.

At long last the Ark finally sinks,

Countless fires draw us in.

We drown.

What greets us isn’t the burning hell,

Or a bottomless pit in which one would dwell.

It was green pastures and clear blue skies,

It tells us the truth that we had denied.

Is Noah’s ark so easily boarded

Once we embark, we become puppets

The two kings argue for what is right,

We are the kind that follows the light.

Deceptive as all may be,

We do not think before we speak.