Primordial understanding
Tragedy's Birth
is that we won't ever forget
that giving Gods To The Godless
will always carry the Failures Burden
for having too many heretics
who shall make
The Rising Tide of What Sleeps Within -
The Gathering Wilderness of all the children of our past mistakes.
Any Empire Falls under the weight of Suns First Rays,
if The Song of the Tomb
is the one that has the voice
rather than The Golden Spiral of our awakening...
You, my god, are as human as I am;
you make the same mistakes that I make.
If I accept your mistakes,
I shall accept mine, as well.
"I was never a religious man,
So why should I put my faith in you?"
We are falling over the ends of the earth,
aren't we?
