1. BEHOLD THE SWINE

Behold the swine,
As he trudges forth aimlessly.
Wading through his own filth and seed as though it gold,
Void of all worth.

Witness the cur,
As he cowers before all of you,
But be warned,
Beneath his meek guise is a devil,
Upon him, cast your stones!

Will you follow me to ensure the demise,
Of a beast so unworthy of drawing breath?
That he fails to speak, to uphold his cause,
His sickening scheme to mar the face of God.
Can you bear that this soul,
You have strived to conspire against,
Will come to be the bringer of your end,

And in time you will learn,
That this creature you condemn,
Is no less of a human,
Than you have ever been.

I'd bury my guilt in the sodden earth,
But I've found it only grows,
The soil contaminates,
And the roots begin to show.

I have sinned beyond repentance.

And in time you will learn,
That this creature you condemn,
Is no less of a human,
Than you have ever been.
And in time you will learn,

That this creature you condemn,
Is no less of a human,
Than you have ever been.


2. SCORN

Awaken feeling, weary and ailing,
The world is cold with scorn.
This bruised skin hangs, loose from my bones,
Crushed under my own weight.

Unhook these claws, out from my back,
Let my wounds weep.

Cold With. Scorn.

No matter how much I choke,
It sticks in my lungs,
I'll always hold that bitter taste,
On my tongue.

When the fabric of your being begins to fray,
When your moral compass leaves you stranded,
When all but blood is rushing through your veins,
There's only one option you're left with...

Take. The. Strain.

Cold. With. Scorn.


3. A CHASM FORGED IN DREAD AND DISARRAY

Let marrow seep through bone.

I felt the cursed ground, rive beneath the wounded stars,
A chasm forged in dread and disarray.
The fall, steep and endless,
inverse of Heaven's law,
Beckoned me into its cavernous jaws.

This vision, embodied,
Gazed straight into my soul.

Strain the skin, bare the veins
Rot them all away.

This flesh, a withered shell,
Wearing thin and drying out,
Shed it all. (Let marrow seep through bone.)

This vision, embodied,
Gazed straight into my soul.
This mortal, leaning t'ward the void,
I offer unto thee.

Rip clean, this heart, of blood.


4. FRAIL

Speak, dear friend, has the void taken thee?
Did this realm become all too much to bear?

With your ghostly hand,
This once faithless man believes,
And with your frail touch,
I know what it is to grieve.

How I yearn for your solace, pale ghost,
How I yearn to walk these hallowed grounds forever.

With your ghostly hand,
This once faithless man believes,
And with your whispers faint,
The sorrow never seems to cease.

A life lost is the price we pay,
For every second in wasted day,
A fleeting glimpse of majesty,
Was all I had 'fore you were taken from me.

My frail phantom, disappear once more,
Before I follow you back into the dark.

I'll follow, forever, into the dark.