Crisis Complete

By Collapse 7

On Doomsday Odyssey

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Highest trees that have grown to fall

Like man they grow with roots so deep

But this soil is drenched with blood

Our wisdom sleeps its foreign sleep

We, the undying culture of fear

Swaying between god and machine

Sneaking serpents choke the souls

Volcanos breed under adulterated seeds

We have to struggle our tears

A second equals a million years

Now, in the past and the future

Faithless within a crisis complete

The perilous path swags on the deep

An ever increasing dogmatic pain

Blessed with gratеful, faithly needs

With fearless presеnce comes cleansing rain

Relative, absolute, in childhood or in age

Transcended minds awakened to the truth

The secret code flows through our veins

Celestial unions of a renewed existance

Fires of grief won't burn our scars

Like hunters never love their prey

Hollow religions rule for disgrace

Watching backwards into bleak space