The Hope Divine

We were at the top of the stairs. She said to me, "The Valley of Death is here now. You must walk it." Tired from the look in her eyes I fell into a trance. Spinning and spinning my thoughts ran a cycle of tortured memories. Her voice over and over again "You must walk it... You must walk it..." This moonlit sky was cold to the touch focused on its lust, I heard a wolf cry out. Alone predators circled my feet, taunting me, wanting me to fall to my knees. As the sun rises I kept her with me, holding her hand, promising her that we will eventually take over the land. I was the sheep. The sheep in wolves clothing. Her lust sank deeper into my heart and grabbed my soul. Juggling my life into her hands as fragile as a piece of glass we fell into a hoax together. Stirring our eyes in this love potion of a faithless creation. If the Devil created anything it was for all the wrong reasons. I remember my strength and how quickly it slipped away. My soul being threaded out like a needle. Morning, afternoon and night, she taught me ways to die. Now the streets are filled with a million different ways of suicide. And I close my eyes, dreaming of my good-byes. Her voice lingers in the air, I feel like I can smell it. The quench of my thirst grows deeper. This is it, The Valley of Death must be walked. But no... I held her closer holding onto her with every breath I had. Deeper and deeper into her eyes I was sinking. A broken sailors ship in my heart. Bloodless, lifeless I kissed her. She felt relaxed. I grasped the lust that I thought was love I had for her. And I whispered. "Devil... I can see the wolf in you." The bottom of the stairs was just a grave, she was better off dead. Autumn leaves never fall that sincerely to the ground as she did and life never grew over her body ever again.

The Living, The Afterlife, The Patience

She was more than an angel dancing in a moonlit hallway with demons on her side. Watching her, trying to collapse her. Trees bow to her in the wind as she waltz's right on by. Smiling and wishing for a better ending. Diamonds never sparkled like this, they never smile like this. As fields of gold shine like a star in the middle of the night. It's a map for me to know, for me to know where shes at. Wherever she goes I'll follow without trapping my heart in a lifeless cage. I'll dance with her all the rage away until the night becomes old and grey. She gave birth to me, for now I am saved. I believe in Jesus because she didn't die. No, she just sacrificed her life.

Running Into Mirrors

The rivers are running dry and the air is hard to breathe. This isn't the worst part. Return your casket back to the sender and long wave a goodbye home. A journey is meant to be an adventure and I still see you trapping yourself in the frequency of pain. My heart goes out to those who have lost it because I have been saved. Even though as simple as this is, reality never catches the same reflection twice, so capture the moment. Seize the ending with a beginning and always start fresh. Relapse your veins with an atomic matter of this world and form yourself from the outside in to adapt. Either you quench your thirst for death or the long drive home back to civilization is where your brain may go mad. On this earth we have a choice to make, "either you're a bird that can't fly or a fish that can't swim."

A Powerless Soul

I saw the northern stars as they fade away. I felt the anger rise up to breathe out hate. Home will seem like a distance and a half away, it will be okay. Face the facts there is no turning back. I've sacrificed my sanity to keep my dreams intact. Creatures from the abyss make your stand, we need you now. Fire consumes our lands and smoke rises to form clouds, little by little our destiny is formed. No courage beneath the blackest sky, failing eyes just turn away to ignore their fate. How do we help those when we cant even help ourselves? Attempting to burn Heaven down. When I thought I was talking to angels, they were only vultures. Controlling my atmosphere I led them straight to my head. Mind bottled and now I'm on my own. This world may isolate me for life. A born prison of a lifeless cage to live in. But hope is there and Heaven is there. I have seen real angels and I have found God. Forge to stop the flames I ignited in my own ways, ignoring the hate was what seemed the only way. You left God and now you're on your own. All defences down. Weak beneath the neck. Dead in a casket. Alone, all on your own.

The Official Ending

Her face entitled to my destruction. Gossip the serenity to save the movement, as they march and taunt themselves to their own graves. Before there was the Apocalypse there was light. And like most good souls that fell to the hands of destruction it all ended with a sigh. Like the past death is just the marking of our beginning, although for your sake its an alliance. Like a body which has been born rotted before it had a chance to be saved. But redemption is always there, we just tend to skip that page every time. Future repeats itself.

The Oceans Grave

Burn these villages down and let our Kingdom Come. Power to the sun to set this all ablaze. I don't care what color these nights are or how quiet the screams get. This failure is the torment in torturing. Crashing our buildings, crash these towers. Let it crumble to bury the ruble. All the water from the oceans will collapse our lungs from within, but grace never leaves. Look up to the innocence and see the tears fall from the sky. Every year we mistake it for rain. And I'm so terrified of your traps because I feel that I'll never find myself again. Oh my God Angels! Glory be to the Servants! Savior come loud and carry for us the sailors home! This ship cannot sail any longer and I too would die to save million. If I can have the opportunity to save one.

The Atheist Ballad

Several visions make an obvious call out to the storms from the west. But I'll stay asleep clenching my fist, while everything was trying to settle in the east. We were angels before this shootout turned into the wild west. How can I sleep? I'm face to face with no where to go. My blood turns cold and my guards are down. Too many easy distractions allow my enemies to infiltrate my passions. Breaking me down one by one, praying to a God I never thought I'd believe. So clear but still hard too see. Its an obvious war that's keeping me free. I'm praying to God because now I'm afraid. I wasted my whole life believing that I was strong, because I lived by this line "Only the strong survive." So I was thinking to imprison myself and try to stay positive minded. But now my life is being payed off on the market. No one is watching over me or blessing me. Leaving me to cast a shadow with my own dead body filled with blood. Dead blood. I thought I saved myself when I was only making a deal with the Devil. Promised a successful life made with lying, cheat and stealing. Only when it came time to bury the mess my soul was given up just like that. Unlike the dead when they rot after they are buried. I was walking and breathing and rotting from head to toe before I reached my casket. Life's made up with decisions. But I let money, grief, wealth, power, fear and ignorance surely be the death of me. Nobody was my name. And nobody was how I stayed. I wish it would all change. But the Devil had his eye on me. I guess it was that easy. To become another statistic to this failing. Dying. Raping society.