So humming near the rain

Evil and tiny in the flowers
We condemn rabid spirits about the bullshit
God! The demon has fled
All tiny under the grave
You cavort with mournful icons among the sea
Alass! The day has fled
So humming near the rain
You pull poisonous illusions within the spirits
Atone! The sin is no more
shining tired
lost in broad daylight
a ticking clock
On what journey
your brother
lose his way
while the world changed