It's deaths intention we pass, through the certain awaits
upholding the pleasures at hand...
God given traits
...Living with scars...
Through bleak accession we task, through disaster we face
In fear of rejection we stand...
God given grace
To live again, taken by the ones we force
without a solitary reason
it's like a solace from the shade...
Don't see it any other way.. it's deaths inception we must take
With dark intention, a passing the certain awaits
withholding pleasures at hand, all that gods given drained
