Sing a hymn to the ascender
Who sits aloft, wrapped in splendor now
You were made that you may never know

Blood bought children, helpless rendered
In our folly we will feed the ground
Garden made of graves still grows

Altogether
we could never
comtemplate the splendor
of the

Cumulus Crown - Resting on his head
Cumulus Crown - Mine are thorns instead
Cumulus Crown - Rests upon his head
Cumulus Crown - Mine are thorns

Mine are thorns instead

Although justice be thy plea
Through course of justice, none should see
Salvation, neither you nor me

Cirrus thoughts fall short forever
To bridge the gap between the earth and sky
Atone for us despite the lie

For it is I, a meek offender
Who brought a hammer down into the nail
To trade for life that never dies

Sing a hymn to the ascender
Who sits aloft, wrapped in splendor now
You were made that you may never know

Sewn together
with forever
making up the halo
of a

Cumulus Crown

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