desecrate the inner sanctum in which i hide
that i may see darkness in the tunnels ov light
as i rot in this empty shell
introducing to my newborn hell
thou shall see me not in agony
failure was and is no option
the ever wandering son ov the morn
yet never to be conquered
i never look back as long as thy phosphoric rays
grant me more pleasure than pain
who is evil can receive no good
thy healing touch ov grace. pain is timeless
when i question the laws ov god
drowned in everlasting confusion
caress my hate against the mob
thou shall see me not in agony
failure was and is no option
the ever wandering son ov the morn
yet never to be conquered
my life's work is complete.