A Past Unknown Cursed
Words as sharp as knives, bite your tongue or the rest
will
follow. What makes a man stems from the inside,
paralyzing the outward of
our being, shows who we truly are when the masks are
shattered. This
substance that holds you up won’t last long, a fake
persona can only get
you so far. There’s no light, it’s so dark inside, help
me understand, was
it ever even there at all? How have you become so blind?
The mask is so
clear to see. The blood on your hands of the life you led
means so much
more when this is all you have left, when facing the end
and nothing but
regret. Will you not repent? Open our hearts, give us
grace we don’t
deserve. With our drug of choice, the sin we blindly
follow, it’s time to
make a choice, come clean of the wolf in sheep’s
clothing. You’ll never
escape what you have coming. Put to death this false
concept of seeing.
You will stand at the throne with nothing left. Open our
hearts.
