As we were in the state of trepidation,

in times of disillusionment.

When colours turned black and walls seemed to narrow in.

A world in need of certainty.

Since the bell has tolled for fertile days,

I have found myself as a wanderer.

Where I discovered how I might be a saviour,

since the people were destined to be mine!

Seeking for bliss, craving for warmth.

I shall provide the sheltering hand.

A lone, lost soul, naked and helpless.

Follow me for I am the shepherd.

There was hope I would provide ending starvation.

Encourage the ones who never took a glimpse at the sky.

They found a reason to live as they lost their fear.

I fed them off my hand, such as a saint.

They believed me, what I meant to teach.

I was their mentor, further a lord.

They turned blind, I gained to harvest my seeds.

To fill the frame with colour, I gave them what they wanted most.

My offer, so delightful, thus I was seen as the redemption.

To be released from fear, to be guided to a safe haven, man shall purge himself from all he once was.

Ingest the doctrine to be free.

Seeking for bliss, craving for warmth.

I made them to my own.

Lone, lost souls, found themselves where they belong.

A world I gave them to dissolve.