Combustion of fire burning through the *****
Hoping for the one to come
Patterns come after time an time
Idealistic now suppression
Simplicity now complication

Life quick with a strange curve
so sharp it can tear any nerve

Spears come to pierce our heart
Only to find our dearest handling but there was always end never a start

Bones together and all is fine
Through the heart there lies a peaceful shrine

A root growing beneath us all
Give some faith and search the call

The hole waiting to be filled  
But the desires have on begun
Now is when we start the build

Head down, hopes high, this wasteland dark, wicked and twisted

Arriving "home" only to discover purple flesh canvas splatters from the figure he calls father

Repetition is at hand, the heart now torn between the crease where it had once been sown together

Compromising to this world, living for the world but the worlds not living for him

Contemplating death because there is zero life within this skeleton

Lead, gunpowder and pressure are alive while the power of powers overpowers all

Tears full of sorrow glisten down his cheek but there is a hand that wipes away tears

The oppressed are suppressed for the kingdom is here and will reign

Happiness instilled in the once torn heart now guarded by the one who guards
now filled with wine of the thirsty

Once a lost soul but never a lost cause
Son of the king walking into the light
Once fatherless but now selfless