Oh, what do they know
Those that walk
And down there go
To travel paths
That shadows know
Parades to flow
In and down
Processions of death
With golden crowns
Two by two
They walk in rows
No man by himself
Is brought down low
It just goes to show
It's a coordinated effort
Between the devil and
Our fallen hearts
That without God's hand
We would be torn apart
And slowly drift
Unknowingly so
Down that path
To where they go
Thus follow shades
And to them become
Having denied the path
Of the Chosen One

We are not one but we are many
Aspects and facets
Entwined to create a perceived whole
But our perception is limited
And we are unaware
That we are not alone
Even within our own minds
Other such beings are permitted
If only for a time to speak into our ears
A voice we think our own
To speak the greatest of lies
We have even been told
That true freedom is choice
When in reality where is only once choice
We are truly free to make
To align our will with God's
Or to choose not to
Any other perceived choice
Comes from a voice that is not your own
Listen carefully and you can tell
You know they are there
A multitude in your head
Those impure spirits
That hope to lead us astray
With the illusion of freedom
The freedom to bind oneself
To the depths in hell

Away and hidden
So fearful are we of our creator
That we deny His very existence

Further down and away
We delve to prove He cannot be
That we are all that is
And that we alone control all fate

Inward and outward we grow aware
The cosmos fills our minds
On every perceivable scale

In our great effort to undo our creator
We find Him both in heaven and on earth
In the pure order of creation we see Him
Witness Him and despair

As they did in that ancient garden
Hiding in their nakedness so many ages ago
Witness Him and despair

For His wrath is close at hand

Walk this way
We cannot stay
From where we've come
So many days

The light does fade
That place we stayed
Once brilliant there
Now long decayed

Yet on we go
We do not know
What place we'll reach
Or seeds we'll sow
So ever onward
Will we go

Until the sun does set
Never to rise again

The cup I see
Filled with tea
Though I don't know
If it is for me
So I suppose
I'll leave it be

Monolithic one
Pure, unblemished granite skin
Watching those below

We believe ourselves flawed
That we can never truly change
So we accept the evil we commit
Creating virtue out of weakness
In doing so we accept our flaws easily
Because we have detached the need for repentance
We ask for forgiveness
But refuse to put in the work
To change ourselves
To be anything more
Than just lukewarm