Force it to begin

Spark the flame

To firebursting sin

Doctrine denied

Over and over again

Keeping death of all things private

Expose

This is a tale long to live but alas so short to tell

by the wind and by time, by everything that flees

A torment

We are the outstretched fingers

That seize and hold the wind...

The strangeness of awakening

In an oh so silent world

Breathlessly

nothing of a man was he

his true face of sleep a deception

fell through all the way to the bottom

learned

A human force stronger than logic

beyond the focus and the grander ideas

one microcosmos in this wretched

deeper shades of red descending

smear our names, the stains unending

turn forgiveness,

break

secrets in here

claim no belonging

together again

or send me to madness

I know that I should

Could not have forseen

What the lies of the bearer would bring

Trailing the marks of his errors

Trace the original sin

Fallen I cling to deception

This

Now oppression stalks the remnants of compassion,

brewing hatred to surface in wicked actions

Cloaked

. Mine Is The Grandeur...