This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride.

black blood dotting our warmth.

ending our contentment.

this place is a contorted altar.

I must seek strength from somwhere,

for ive reduced myself to nothing. we've been here one thousand times.

cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees.

hello autumn- I need not your companionship. doubtless I stand;

laying my heart into the hands of eternity.

revive me doctines!

await the day, when all our blood will wash away.

the world's balance I'm too familiar with;

selfishness outweighs genorosity

blindness produced by your own hands afront your face.

lips bleeding with guilt.

frightful little fiends.

if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion?

lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction