Seven days of endless time Death of one bestowing life From viscera form the orbs divine Chiaroscuros sanctified Crack the skull and drain the mind So seas may fill and empty skies From sinew sewn comes imitation Yet consummation breeds condemnation An immaculate misconception In Gethsemane, I pray "Not My will but Yours alone"
The process of rebirth brimmed with searing pain Torn from the womb to be cleansed by acid rain Melting skin, revealing bone Brought before My Father's throne Peeling eyelids lest they fall into blindness for even a moment And threaten to disobey For what then shall remain of our design but concepts of withered frameworks? All pieces together at least for a time All pieces marred in a union fashion Celestial fragments disperse across Elysian fields
Every shard within will sing melodies of demise No wonder the flesh clings to breath, a fleeing kite For it was deemed so good that all should die Ensuring the restitution of all things
Commence a feast of worms, sprouting decay Thus, as it is with flesh so shall it be with spirit No more is My grumbling Contempt may find not My lips Blood mingles with sweat On My cheek, the betrayer's kiss
I AM Betrothed to stave I AM Bonded by nail I know His forsaking On this cross where patterns emerge and revelations near Revealing secrets hidden in the crevice of His heart
Visions of Mary scorch the iris Oh, Mother of Martyrs, embrace Me please and never let Me go Though I wail, though I beg release Me from HimTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
