heart agape, on seraphs wings with swords of fire to cleave in twain,
And if you’re there How can I love you? With all the horrors you allowed And all the fields you set a flame?
In halls of gold, with the tongues of snakes From human thrones so quick to forsake Prostituting the fear of death with strangle hold Hoarding pieces of silver for the lies you’ve told
In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king craven scriptures conceived in sin Houses of the unholy carved in stone A counterfeit morality of ancient bones