This cold floor we know too well.
Hearts poisoned with pride.
black blood dotting our warmth.
ending our contentment.
this place is a contorted altar.
I must seek strength from somewhere,
for I've reduced myself to nothing.
We've been here one thousand times.
cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees.
hello Autumn- I need not your companionship.
Doubtless I stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity.
revive me doctrines!
await the day, when all our blood will wash away.
the world's balance I'm too familiar with;
selfishness outweighs generosity
blindness produced by your own hands affront your face.
lips bleeding with guilt.
frightful little fiends.
If these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion?
Lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction