The path of the gods
Leads us beyond forever
Stacked and confounded
Heavier then fairer weather

The fear of demise lays dormant
In the twinkle of a young child's eyes
Lovers of life whose fortune fades
Drunk upon the rituals of rites
Stranger then any true identity
Based upon a familiar disguise
Staggering through repressed divinity
We overlook the the reasons we're alive

The untethered consciousness
Has no boundaries, span nor depth
It's going to make a believer
   Out of me yet...