...And so we breach
the tainted glass
that obscures us
from the reality
that we've been seeking
Not all agrees and
sometimes we are branded
as heretics
deviated...
From the stake we burn
and we burn bright
never a scream of pain
Triumph is
the heartbeat of our soul
and to every shattered pieces
of fragments
left
marked by the trails of
our blood
we realize
that fresh air
is beyond those
walls...