Of Sundered Spirits

Heaven has stirred , it senses my wrath
and my spirit is sundered still

For forgiveness was the only thing i asked
and an end that was clean and swift.
But i was hunted down by memories and pain,
my martyrdom was denied, God has forsaken me

Here i dwell with shattered souls that wail and shreik
their unrest. Their torment is forever and so is the bond
we all share

Time has no meaning , here all things are one and the same
Our own half existence is beyond repair
Well, i could never make a choice
without fate taunting me

No eyes for tears, no voices for laments
Our screams of dyscord are a symphony composed
in agony

i shudder so violent when my mind
starts to wander, resting memories that
burn and scar. Caged to endless bounds
and miseries in the light that never warms
A downfall of faith destroyed, misguided
beliefs to ursurp the throne
-domination is mine
(or to die)

No eyes for tears, no voices for laments
Our screams of dyscord are a symphony composed
in agony

Nothing is left im blind to see and my spirit is
sundered still....