all mighty
all-powerful
Chaos
its poisons flow with my blood
rivers of betrayal in the ocean of sorrow
abnormal states of mind I had to surround to
and I suffer through them
with no glory to me
my name
or my Savior
murdering eternity for the promise of another living moment
still
slipping away into despair
what a sickening deliverance
in the context of last hour to bring about order
to the world of men
yet
so liberating
not to look into me for salvation
not to become an answer to a question:
to be or not to be
or just remain anything in between still breathing the Lie
and finally
not to fight the wheel of fortune
from turning
worthless to me