Tuesday, May 1, 2012


THY SAVIORS LOVE LAID UPON A TREE UPON THE TREE IS THE VINE TIS WE ARE ALL CONNECTED DIVINE IN WHICH THAT TREE YOU LAID YOUR LIFE ADDED WAS THE STAB OF A ROMAN SOLDIERS KNIFE ATTACHED ARE YOUR HANDS AND FEET WITH NAILS OF STEEL UPON THE GROUND YOUR BLOOD SPILLS THY FLESH SUFFERING A PAIN INTENSE TIS THE REASON FOR OUR SINS TO BE RINSED HEAT FROM THE RISING SUN GROWS HOTTER UNON THY TONGUE YE ONLY THIRST FOR A DROP OF WATER PRICKING BLOOD FROM THY FOREHEAD IS A CROWN OF ROSE BUSH THORNS STILL IN THY HEART IS LOVE FOR EVERY SOUL TO BE BORN BURNING IS THY WOUNDS FROM SWEAT A SECRETION OF SALT STILL LOOKIN UPON YOUR SLAYERS WITH NO FAULT THY FLESH BEGINS TO FEEL NUMB THY HEART BEATS ABNORMALLY AS A BROKEN DRUM FLOODING THY MIND IS A STREAM OF MIXED EMOTIONS VANISHING THEM WITH PEACE OF THY FATHERS VOICE UPON THE OCEANS THINKING IT SHALL ALL BE OVER SOON HAVING THE SATISFACTION OF REMOVING THE POWER OF THE GOON PATIENTLY WAITING FOR THE MOMENT TO SAY IT IS DONE THIS BATTLE HAS BEEN WON WITH THY FATHER'S SPIRIT I HAVE NOW BECOME ONE ENDING WITH PARADISE WELL WORTH THE SACRAFICE