shattering the emerging abhorrent walls of lies in search of the way out always find dead end coming undone cinder of existence lost Renaissance rain path my direction where the wisdom hides raging storm stay eternally in dark bounds these spirits among the soil of entombed old days will not return the rotting reality to torn same paintings in this visions arts of fatal end to solve the scars wont heal what creates, can kill never ending maze realisation of what will never grace unbearable feeling of life the more faith the greater weights of hate tolerance turns to disgust denial of trust i wont betray my resistance to destroy this existence i have heard the songs of the rain when the ancient storm waged away from the pain faithful to what i am hatefull to what life is