Post by remypoe on Mar 17, 2006 12:03:01 GMT -5
With the blade of distraction, carve your graven image,
bow down before the thief of your God-given joy,
pulling at the strings of your heart, luring desire astray;
in the center of darkness...you and this lifeless statue.
Empty in the void, as you pursue distorted amusement,
sculpt the jagged edges with the chisel of greed;
artisan of beguilement forms contours of adversity;
an enemy of precious stone...mocks your soul's hunger.
By the hands of pride, cast the icon of brokenness,
mold the figure of sin from the evil slate;
present your fragile heart to this internal Babylon,
drawing you further...from the gates of Eden.
Collonades of worldly images line up to surround,
towering over the lost spirit of dissatisfaction;
at the epicenter of Hell, flames of fear awaken,
as the Mighty Hand...crumbles your idol before your eyes.
bow down before the thief of your God-given joy,
pulling at the strings of your heart, luring desire astray;
in the center of darkness...you and this lifeless statue.
Empty in the void, as you pursue distorted amusement,
sculpt the jagged edges with the chisel of greed;
artisan of beguilement forms contours of adversity;
an enemy of precious stone...mocks your soul's hunger.
By the hands of pride, cast the icon of brokenness,
mold the figure of sin from the evil slate;
present your fragile heart to this internal Babylon,
drawing you further...from the gates of Eden.
Collonades of worldly images line up to surround,
towering over the lost spirit of dissatisfaction;
at the epicenter of Hell, flames of fear awaken,
as the Mighty Hand...crumbles your idol before your eyes.