They called us survivors.
Communing with the dead,
Releasing our demons
Into the world. Our goal to liberate
The flesh from *******
And become one: body and soul.
They called us beasts of burden.
Beauty was ours in the face of destruction.
The blossom of our future planted
In a past of mud and the future is steeped
In sunshine and love. Our hearts here
In the present. Not afraid to make mistakes
For belief in second chances granted by
The warrior of forgiveness. The bane
Of our disbelief leads us to
Sacrifice,
Redemption,
Salvation,
So that we might stand alone at death
And they call us survivors.