Have they surrendered their feet? Have they surrendered their thinking? Have they surrendered their speech? Have they surrendered their being to me? So that they can descend; on the bricks they formed Invasive teachings – Reaching; falling I’ll release their secrets; on the pits they warmed So that they can descend I wonder for the plight of the mortal creatures Evidently damned on the march they lead Never is the saint of these lawful preachers Summoning remand but the brakes are bleeding I wonder what they’ll write with the answer keeling I wonder what they’ll fight when their hands are raw Destination to be scorned I wonder where they’ll sign when they ransom feeling Where will they sleep when their dreams are given life? Have they surrendered everything to me? Have they surrendered to weakness?