Mantric Spear Of Heaven
There is no man beyond redemption. No act can undo the will of heaven.
I’ve never met an evil man or a woman who has devil eyes.
I’ve never touched a demon child or an angel’s hand, to my knowledge.
And I beg to differ with those who count me fortunate. For the matter I might tempt my fate.
But now that I’m numb again, my sanity speaks of things that I cannot ignore.
Inasmuch as I dismiss the helpless, loneliness creeps up on me.
I’ve seen villains become of men, the polluted minds of scheming women.
Mere children born to living hell, a place so far outside of heaven.
Brothers and sisters seperated at birth, suffering at the hands of barbarians.
But now that I’m numb again, my sanity speaks of things that I cannot ignore.
Inasmuch as I dismiss the helpless, loneliness creeps up on me.
I’ve walked the beautiful fields of Armageddon and trembled before the holocaust gates.
I lost my breath somewhere inbetween and found myself no longer fearing for my safety
