Fear constrained within a fragmented reality
Wallowing within the broken crevices of a failed society
Upon the throne of the Apostle's misdeeds
The overburdened table of crucified dreams.

We give our righteous grace to the souls above
Unaware of the plight of angels falling from grace
As a slight moment of frivolity is to sin in His name
To be damned to spit in the face of your creator's throne.

To sin against the realm of God brings unspeakable punishment
To be thrown within the ever-cleansing fires of Hell
To witness in awe of all the pain that brought distraught
To never again hear the grace of the bell.

Imagine that this life brings you to your knees
As time flows around you like a bittersweet breeze
As you come to resent your creator in all of His manifestations
Forever to come to despise all of His ill-fated adulations.

This is your life to live and no one elses
No longer able to feel the grace of the anomalies
Sent forth to conquer your place in this world
Or to experience suffering upon this distinguished road.

God allows this reprehensible malice to run free
Only for it to burn His children with perpetual glee
To abandon the creation that He once adored
For long this path remains to be unconcerned.