Sorrow filled days of disease,

the faceless shadows arise.

The fear once among the lust,

now reflects creations demise.

So to the idols wait for the

impending doom, under a godless sky,

yet we walk

on further atop the broken glass.

For our feet will heal but our

souls stay doused.

With humanity's blood, await the

crucifixion, no one is forgiven,

everything precious lost.

Sanctified to God, carved into

our souls, carved into our past,

our lives severed

Our lives remain severed