It's all slipping slowly,
Like wax melting down a candle,
That burns for the holy.
Sacrifice me in Babel,
While you speak tongues and babble.
Weaving truths from a fable,
Living happily in your stable.
I'm a goat, you're a sheep
Follow truths you can see.
In between lines they dance, elusively,
Lying to your mind, you're
Lead by things you believe
Up your tower of ascension.
Melting time with sacrifice,
Is it right to go to heaven?

What happiness will you find?

The fire's out now,
And the wax has hardened
Light the wick again, and let me slowly slip.

-SLuR