I see the wrath on a vision inside. I take a toll on 
devastation. Suffocation on the untouched of the Pure. 
Tainted vestment soaked in blood feigned to enhancement. 
Breed of lust, ridden by anger (Magnitude of hate). 
Driven by lunacy, pity the blinded (victims of their 
fate) for not soiling that Purity. Choosing the right to 
defend obscure desires as fault and guilt and freedom of 
choice, Combined to a death-bringing vault. Absurdity, my 
evidence of pain. My church / my hope. My Everlasting 
lack of constraints. Find my passion in dust, destroyed 
by the impact of righteousness. Recognizing the roles in 
this play, slowly paralyzed down on my knees.