Searchin for the truth so ascendance will set into

A serpent in a noose been defective the illness grew

Mergin wit’ a new sense, sin infected the roots

Lurkin as a nuisance, picked the devilish fruit

Curtains been uprooted, shift to desolate mood

Tested the dude, the dead ends, let the deathenin brew

Ruined by the ruе a rude awakenin may sevеr the fool

Embers I drew, separated any leverage of doom

Never assumed, an effort would dismember sketches I drew

Stitched the wounds of evil with some virtue now I see a sequel

Feeble minded slipped from any hurdle treated wit a needle

Serum with the spirit of a seraphim can birth a steeple

Righteousness of life within rejection of the antichrist

Times have dimmed my mind was wretch-ed yet I strive to be withstanding strife…