Sorrowful Liberation

Falling for the lie, insidious yet enticing, this de-

sire to be free, a noble pursuit, it appears to be, but

What is this word? Virtue or pleasure, what is the answer?

And what is joy? Where does it lie? The ways of temperament for you and me

[to follow]

In every man lies an animal, a beast controlled like puppets by the

Men who hate, who contemplate nothing but your total destruction

There is a way, there is hope, for dwelling above the vicious animal

A force stands strong, against the tide, taming the beast, pressing toward triumph

[to follow]

Prancing all around, from frivolity to frivolity

Nowhere is purpose found, only despair, confusion

'Twas said that one could adopt the viciousness of the other and be

Just like a god, echoing the fateful lie of Eden

No higher calling, only selfish pursuits

Leaves us in a place of grave degradation

All the while, declaring "at least we're free"

The cursed path, nothing new under the sun

Seven deadly sins, no way to win

Sorrowful liberation, we find ourselves in

Yet the mystical image remains

His sacred heart, washing away our sin

A kingdom to be built, His glory abound

Rewrite the damage our complacency allowed

The jigsaw arranged back into its place

The mystical image smiling on the shroud