I am tired of the grief, I need some relief, on this planet of total insanity.

I thought I could do it, that I could get through it, and help do some good for humanity.

But it’s all been so much my heart has been crushed, I’ve cried many times in despair,

For those who are hated, put down and berated, by Christians who prove they don’t care.

These were my people I prayed under their steeple I thought I could help them evolve.

But they proved me wrong, they’ve been sick for too long. In their unconscious hate they devolve.

Let them fall where they may, let the hypocrites pray, as their plunge to abyss is unstoppable.

So now I’ll let go, let them reap what they sow. Give up on my Mission Impossible.