What is faith, and whom is nearest, thou
shall not sin, with the trembling wings.
Approach me for I am the lord --
”who torments a false believer,
guilt is ridden for I am really doom.”
How came th’ hell bell’s
wandering In the lost spirits.
Too far they cry- faith loosened --
”what stranger stands In the mists of darkness,
calling I am the lord come to me.”

Behold the demons, Incite the texts of god, thou
art nearer death than those with blind eyes.
If parting be of peace kneel before thy heart,
beyond the memories, open thine vessel --
Those beasts of satan shall not hurt thee
”I am a comrade of God walking with the dead,
beneath the breast of mother earth.”
And she sings, answer me with sorrow --
I race through the valley of evil
and see no light to command but my own.

Were I passing through a dream?
made long by my days of hate.
Holy be no place alone for it is all holy --
Where on the river shall I float
waiting Jesus, but do I accept him?
Satan has already used me --
bearing the scars of evil upon my flesh
were the holy spirit “ye sword of light.”

If by stranger chance I did see but a vision,
what foot be stronger yet;
the left been wrong in the world of the right --
yet I been left handed shall be judged differently
like those of evil and good be judged.
Angels be Angels even when fallen --
man be of man even when unholy to god
I be what I am forever able to change.
To the poison, that is forbidden, twisted
”Inform me I am not already dead.
How souless can one be without a cause."
tortured by myself,
Roots grow but can be cut;
I have many roots to shed.