Enthral Monochrome
places travelling from nowhere to nowhere in the
uncreated wastes… I am so cold…>>
Father grant Me Wings and let Me return to You
Abandoned from a Grace I cannot Comprehend
Give Me Wisdom so that I can see where I failed
Snow is only cold on Bare Skin; Why won't you Shelter
Me
A Tiny Piece of the Soul that inherits all the Earth…
Is that why I Live?
Then remember this: Divinity in Truth is Lies!
I never decided what to be… My Life will not colour
your Creation
Because Monochrome is the true God
Manifested in Endless Veins we are, a steady Pulseflow
Dark Blood from an open mouth… Your eyes are lifeless,
Yet still they penetrate Flesh and bone… Staring at a
Heart filled with conceit
I recognize Human evil in every word you have said… How
can we be expected to believe?
Distant voices, Thousand of voices whispering through
the Void
, they say, >.
Hear what I say to You; the Dark River bears only our
Sorrow,
forever flowing through the Ages, the only heritage for
our Children
We are the Slaves pulling the Wheel of the Heart,
pumping more dark water through the veins and into the
River…
I feel the Pulse Thundering inside Me, like bells on My
Dying Day
I Look back and see only one Single Path stretching out
behind Me
I look ahead and see nothing but Darkness…
The Paths are long, and even in Death there seems to be
no ending to them…
