Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death

Grasping in the dark cold hands
 The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome
 The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought
 They fall into dust
 While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust...
 Of unanswered questions and empty gestures
 Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut
 This living in fear
 Fear of freedom
 Fear of letting go... of things
 The novice angel's somber strings...
 Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly
 host who's overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world
 There is no God in buildings
 This divisive, cunning method of control
 Ignorance. Oblivion. Ungratefulness and greed
 Forever wanting more when the table buckles from
 building plates so over filled with the beauty of this world
 Death is my final gift
 The leaves that fall nourish the soil with their
 decomposition and the oak will feed from itself again...
 And the world thrives
 Relish the wilderness
 There are no forests in your Heaven
 There are no forests in your Heaven
 There are no forests in your Heaven
 There are no forests in your Heaven
 Because Heaven is within