Moon marked the seasons; faith living; bodies buried; taken under deaths wing for altered perspectives of light and how it came to be. Hard pressed from every side; never fractured; perplexed, never in despair; persecuted, never abandoned; struck down and never obliterated; Hard pressed from every side; never fractured; perplexed, never in despair Faiths may be different; relentless love should never perish; our existence is shared; let this be the reckoning; the moon bears light; where the dark can’t see; the reckoning of the fallen power to the eyes of the tarnished and deceived Veins have ruptured with the tides; hard pressed from every side; perplexed, never letting go of the compassion; pressed together like stone; faith is taken to the grave; never altered; never surrendered to the partisan; ,bodies shouldn’t never be buried for altered perspectives on existence; compassion it bines our hearts together like vines; never let go of it Bringing the perdition of persecution to its knees Moon marked the seasons; faith living; bodies buried; taken under deaths wing for altered perspectives of light and how we abuse its purpose Veins have ruptured; eyes have been deceived; There is no justification for the lives taken in vain for their beliefs; the only perdition seen is atrocity of the humble bodies thrown to mass graves; dug up of judgment; filled with greed; the honest lives painted a mural; may their hearts be at peace; dug up of judgment; filled with greed; let the hands making this massacre fill with envy; the clergy man’s a goat; the faithless leader’s a sheep; let them witness the perdition on earth of power and greed; medium of blood on fallacies; seasons will change; this reckoning; the moon bears light; where the dark can’t see. Dug up of judgment; filled with greed; let the hands making this massacre fill with envy; the clergy man’s a goat; the faithless leader’s a sheep

Grievance surrounds a rural field Dry roots breed’s dead lives Bones scattered array; unnamed in one Across a desolate field Bleached of the sun; unearthed in soil Bludgeoned from the weight of the earth Let voice commence; sovereign spoken Tamer of the winds; relinquisher of the heartless Breathe will enter; life will be lived Let these bones be strewn together Attached with tendons; covered in skin With four winds, breath life into them; Given a heart; Let them stand Then watch their knees wallow to the earth, hearts relinquished Carcasses lay array unearthed in soil; Mercy in nature; blessed in life; faithless body Faithless in mind; with four winds bring them to life Breathe life into them Attach the sinews to the fractured bones These are the lives buried in a grave without air in their lungs Without hope; hearts relinquished; sovereign spoken Blessed be the Grievers; blessed be the breathers (Breath in life) x4 Lifeless in body; faithless in mind With four winds; bring them to life (Hearts relinquished; Knees bowed Life bestowed; Faith found.) X2

I’m burning the home the monarchs built for me; the peasants are sick; still the wealthy dead feast on their graves; consider the monastery sand; watch as it fractures and disintegrates; faithless living leads to the hands of fate. Let the vines grow steadfast over shallow graves; built to disintegrate from the hands of greed; bearing life; burying contempt; rectifying what the false leaders promised them; does rivers of blood cover shame; blood will always stain; The devil’s not as black as he is painted; deceivers will come; dressed in white I’m burning the home the monarchs built for me; the peasants are sick; still the wealthy dead feast on their graves; consider the monastery sand; watch as it fractures and disintegrates; faithless living leads to the hands of fate; The reign have deceived the sheep; their eyes worn; their crowns bleeding from reactions to the violent storms Bloodshed it carries shame; brought upon the peasants humble graves; hollow is the guillotine separating the fear from fate; was it worth blood; living water is pure let it cleanse the failure of fate; It covers the aching of hearts and cries of vain Consider the monastery sand; watch as it fractures and disintegrates; faithless living leads to the hands of fate; the reign have deceived the sheep; their eyes are worn; their crowns are bleeding from reactions to the violent storms Could the blood of the guillotines be fathomed; wives widowed; children left abandon; all in the heat of the reigns judgment; is peace found in the death of fathers among the children; oh liberty, so many dead in the name. Oh liberty, so many dead in the name; ring the bells of mourning; the only peace sought is to forgive; Now misery now cycles around young hearts; decades of anguish to retrieve all the lives taken. Could the blood of the guillotines be fathomed; wives widowed; children left abandon; all in the heat of the reign’s judgment; is peace found in the death of our brothers Burn your homes; mark the graves; the guillotines are set; die with what you believe (x4th oh liberty, so many dead in the name.) I’m burning the home the monarchs built for me; the peasants are sick; still the wealthy dead feast on their graves; consider the castle sand; watch as it fractures and disintegrates; faithless living leads to the hands of fate.

Never believe in yourself; the mind is buried deep in a pit of snakes; the midst of a cauldron; the mask of malady; light contours the dark; our bodies made; the fear of the tempest leads our hearts astray Fallen man when will you liveth; teeth gnashed; still you speak of a fallen past; death is the language of failures, bury it; if death hinders our existence, seize its glory Death is the language of failures; bury it; passion opens like a gate on the hinge of hindrance; death isn’t our weakness, yet our fears lurk within it; the fear lurking beneath leads our hearts astray Our existence is mortal; passion lives forever The fear of the light coming to a dim closes our eyes; confessed to a grave; discerning our lives into the assembly lines; living just to die without passion to thrive; hollow hearts; they tremble in the dark; these bodies are mortal; only passion lives forever We simply live to die; without a trace of compassion to light the fires of our heart; slaves to the fear of death; the dead; and the dying Fallen man when will you liveth; teeth gnashed; still you speak of a fallen past; death is the language of failures, bury it; if death hinders our existence, seize it glory Death is the language of failures: bury it; passion opens like a gate on the hinge of hindrance.

Hands of judgment without a heart to give; deceivers; shown whole; hollowed out beneath the skin; said to be faith relievers; until the fruit becomes poison; spread it thin; ears to the soil; lucidity of confessions deliverance Wearing the flesh of lambs to cover human woe; lost, never abandon; life is but a single breathe, nevermore; savor of death unto death; savor of life unto life; life unto life Death to the Pharisees plight Live without fear; live without judgments; convictions are made inside the heart; void of ears; void of eyes; void of the Pharisees plight; the poisoned hands persecuting, will eventually disintegrate and rot; with the same reason they judge; the poisoned hands persecuting will end abrupt Dead in body; never alive in mind; the earth is a vial; set on the edge of time; Conjectures are a pathways leading to lucidity; faith will be tested; never compromised. The body’s a smokescreen; the heart is a crown; the throne is burning; the humble die unannounced; sought to be more worthy; everything you loved will eventually disintegrate; the body is a sepulcher; the life is an obituary; let it be buried; let this existence be mural of faith Grieving ‘s for the living; the deceased lay at rest; persecution, will never build a home; its built of sand; it won’t turn to stone. (Grievance, for the living) x2