Melancholic happiness, feeding my soul.
A religious ritual... Rites of passage to a paradise in hell.
Hymns in glorious tones, rising to the heavens, capturing souls, to the unknown, accompanied by incense and myrrh, intoxicating and bitter.
With an angelic voice harmonized with sin and guilt of souls that look up to heaven but are weakened for they know not of what they're not off
Purified sin of the soul.
Twisted belief, rotting faith in a heart flaming with zeal.
Set in the heart of the city of angels and demons.
Pouring forth the dark and white, to possess and purge.
One true religion of insanity.
Where the saints dwell with the dark angels.
In a home where I never want to be.
Fumed with anger and happiness and sorrow dances with joy in a barbaric tune the city is in chaos while peace stays forever in it. In a home which is not a home for the dead still converse with the living in a flaming fire but consumed by fear am I in a home or am I in a place where the foolishness is seen to best things in the wisest knowledge of the unknown which is known because I'm home.
This knowledge of the unknown beckons ever closer to a world void of life.
Raised voices in a solemn hymn.
Battle raging on in my heart.
Battle of my soul, what this ritual discloses.
Sweet ardos words pouring quickly.
As an angel makes her journey through an intoxicated and possessed mind to a home where her darkened soul would be denied entrance.
