Its deaths intention we pass, through the certain awaits
upholding the pleasures at hand...
God given traits


...Living with scars...


Through bleak accession we task, through disaster we face
In fear of rejection we stand...
God given grace


To live again, taken by the ones we force
without a solitary reason

its like a solace from the shade...

Don't see it any other way.. its deaths inception we must take


With dark intention, a passing the certain awaits
withholding pleasures at hand, all that gods given drained


...Living with scars...