Pilatus

He won't find his final resting until our last day. An unsatisfied soul is above us all. This sea is not freezing, no silence in that tomb. Choppy waves versus heavy stones, black rain of a rotting sky destroy our fathers work. An avalanche buries the summit of creation don't throw a stone. He fears that goddamn Friday. In chains, the devil holds him back. He tries to reach the water of justice but there's no justice for such bloody hands.