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Silence calms the violent storm but only for the dead

Cannot restrain the brooding ghosts from seething in my head

The calloused heart receives the woes yet grieves for souls no more

Foreseeing the fleeting faith of men dried up on the shore

Behold a glimmer of the light that flees swiftly amidst

this furnace of affliction precursing the abyss

Of conquered wreathes and casted stones that build the walls of hate

Dichotomize the conscience man that dreads a sealed fate

The ravens quench the fire and whisper dark desires

They feed on the incision provoking their illusions

The hand in the quiver the serpent he slithers

on into the garden tainted by compromise

Of crimson and shadows betrayal and scarlet

Of wormwood's destruction - the curse that breeds corruption

I sacrificed my soul on the altar of despair

A tale of tainted love and grieving of The Dove

The arrows pierced through me yet grace has pursued me

While cowering in shadows a presence descends into the darkness

The tomb on which I laid my head becomes a pillar to Heaven's gate

Unleashing wrath upon the scorn that withered my tortured soul

The ghostly howls of Hades shall be my dread no more

Sola Gratia, Sola Fide, Solus Christus, Soli Deo Gloria