How falls the day of rest, those blessed unite in rejoice and praise in accordance with prophesy written.
How blissful the bliss of ignorance, to me this is all just a show and good showmanship requires nothing less.
Those who pray do so in accordance, those who rejoice do so to unmask themselves for salvation.
I have been salvaged, received into the kingdom however my flesh still breathes and heaven needs dead man.
I have been saved, the next step is to rejoice but my eyes see too much darkness to concede light.
What do you see when you look at me? Does sadness consume my eyes or have I mastered this deception?
Do the words I write convince i'm not alright? Do they chase you away or do you know this pain enough to stay?
