In Tongues of Fate: Some Prophets Pray For Change

Old High school piece

Distraught is thy prayer,

Oh blessed father,

For again these wicked men do slay the innocence of young!

WHAT TITAN’S MIND SHOULD KNEEL TO YOU?

What nights so sweetly stripped within this life

As here I sit your jested pawn

To bathe this oracle with mine own blood.

And still this vision does not waver!

Such prophecies of children born of blackened sin.

Forth from corners crawl

The very seeds you wish to sew

Like harpies they cry some song of spite

And in they dance to your hands contortion.

This life I know eagerly grows so dark, decadent, and cold...