Painted pictures, written scriptures,
Obsolete fixtures creating life long conniptions.
The way we role, the way we stroll,
Metaphorical visions of who want what.
Beginning to end, the end is my friend
Beginning again, until we descend.
Far away from those close to the road of destruction,
Completing vows which had begun all corruption,
We're starting over now a whole new rebellion,
Far from the crossing roads of all jurisdiction.
The time of night, the time of day.
The time of day will fade away.
Leaving metaphysical glory of assumption.