Antonio, protector of life,
Luca, killer of light.
Have you thought about your time,
Have you broken into your past,
When infinity spirals to your lies,
Have you considered the impact it lasts?
Oh Little Luca, where is your god now?
When will you see how?
You watched for nothing as we drowned,
Sat in silence as darkness spiraled down.
All that would have sufficed was the word, “Sorry,”
But you were too stuck up in worry,
To man up and fill your deathly quarry.
Come on Little Luca,
Its time,
To end it all,
To sever the tie,
To break but not die,
To fix your shattered spine,
To build onto your wretched cries.
I'm sorry Luca, I'm sorry.