In Tongues of Fate: To pray for Judgement

Old high school piece

Pray to thee…
Oh, blessed father?
Of what do you adore?!
I tire of these soulless shells
And mine own of most I’m tired more.
To whom do we call friends?
If such blackened hearts
So vastly roam
Set free to spite and spit upon the soul.

My heart
Their hands so boldly clench
Such pain I cannot stand…
So lend this son your sweet embrace…
Absolve us of such sins
Or swiftly set his suffering to end.