The Higher Cause
by Infernal Poetry· from Not Light But Rather Visible Darkness
Lord, ancient father
Dissolve the mist
Bring the light
Forgive my life
My wan life
Wasn't what they talk me (about)
Serve : born to serve
In glory and decay
Give me back my form
My drab form
You blew my will away
Chains- your divine chains
Eternal cross on me
Give me back my form, I will reborn
Put your string down and let me exist
Beyond the endless time, of eternal will and being
Just a grain in the desert sand till my reign will be complete
Winds of fire blows below, as my whispers shapes a life
As the human memories they are doomed to die
Why did you call me son?
Why slowly wither and die?
Why have I only been praying?
Why did I build up your reign?
Lord you called me son
You choose my choice
Extirpate my eyes