Sat Alone, Your Silent Contemplation
Illuminated In The Candles Dying Flame
Sat In Frustration With Agonising Thoughts Of Failed Endeavours
You Came To Them With Wounds Torn Open
A Body Wrought With Desperation
And All Who Would Help Are Denied Absolution
Tradgedy Has Marked Your Life
Dulled Your Teeth And Ground Your Bones To Dust
A Mind In Shackles
Chained Since Birth To A Broken Ideal
You Have Grovelled Before Their Altar
Yet Still They Offer No True Salvation
Allow d**h To Consume True Redemption
Force The Spirit Into Pathetic Submission
Helpless You Left Alone To Seek Out A Forgotten Truth
Hidden Behing Blinded Eyes
Blinded By Age Not Ignorance
A Terrifying Reality That Rests Beneath A Twisted Form
You Have Seen Your Own d**h
You Are Hateful At Yourself For Living
Sat Alone, In Helpless Frustration
Lone Candle Casts Light Upon The Open Coffin
That Terrible Altar Before You
Place Stones To Hold The Doors
And In Rabid Consuming Fury You Begin Your Task
You Beat The Corpse
Each Blow Drives Out A Lie
Lies That Have Marked Your Life
Each Broken Bone A Shackle Broken From You