There are, surges of hope that infest the air above us// the knowledge we suffer for means nothing, for we know everything when rested// the darkness taught us to appreciate the evil// so your not overwhelmed when the light creates beneath you// stick your brain through the lines high, poke your eyes to the north where the angels reign//slay your dreams and surrender your schemes of devil// as easy as temptation reveals itself, comes the possibility of being comfortable in this level// below the dirt where the worms sacrifice// where the rotten becomes beautiful, and the goddess of thick ink stains your pages//