I escape the words in unseen lands.
Wild, frenzied thorns scratch my hands.

Bruised and broken, no dream to save,
Hell’s only hope; I dare not be brave.

I dare not run through hallowed ground
till my search is over and I’ve found

What my soul’s waste has left behind,
freakish nature’s truths unwind.

Gospels sung by a devilish choir.
Melodies written for no one higher

Than streets tinted gold to blind
those who salvation hope to find.

A man whose fortune upwards seeks
turns his eye downwards for pleasure seeks,

A proverb hidden to deflect the soul,
any more unpleasant truths untold?

Silent lambs on sacrificial stands,
redemption upon blood stained hands.

Corruption breeds deformed vessels
who carry on the word of heaven?

Blessed streams of purest silver,
an old man’s touch holiness delivers.

Streams can cure all hosts’ ill wells,
banish horned angels from flaming shells?

A chapel adorned with leafy vines,
obscure marble carved with ornate lines.

A fallen angel drowns in a fiery pool,
to create a dominion for demons to rule?

I must run from these torturous lands
before pious myths spill unto sands.

No place of refuge in a world between,
discovery of truth still unseen.