Will Chapter 1 Verse 3

I awoke from a night fraught with tears
I am beaten and removed from myself
The man child has been baptized in fear
And knows of nothing but frailty itself
Unknown voices lash out from the light
Calmly I stand and look upon the face
That holds my little body so utterly tight
Please, please grant me thy saving grace
With gritted teeth I hold my head down
This lady of age likes to feel empowered
For now I will allow her to hold the crown
But one day her soul will be devoured

Will Chapter 1 Verse 2

The child holds the blessed gun

He cries softly and wonders why

He is alone and loved by no one

Who would care if he were to die

So the child paces around the room

Thinking about the love of his gun

And the abuse that led to his doom

His new caretakers have just begun

To play their games of madness

And he doesn't have much ammunition

How will he overcome this sadness

With gun to his head in final admonition

He pulls the trigger and frees his mind

But the gun is just a picture of his kin

They gave him to creatures of the grind

So I burned the pic with the will of a grin

Tina My Lovely Star

Starlight please don't cry tonight

Dry those tears and close your eyes

Starlight we will leave the bright

And find love within the darkest sky

Starlight please hold on for a while

You bring me joy within your shine

Starlight let me see your lovely smile

So I will know that you are truly mine

Will Chapter 1 Verse 1

Father God gave me a soul to save

And the Holy Ghost gave me a voice

Jesus gave me life after the grave

But my will gave me the final choice

Pain Chapter 5 Verse 5

I have cried my very last tear

And now I only weep in dreams

Since I have nothing left to fear

I forsake life and live in a scream

2,629,740 minutes of my shame

1,825 days of a will about to wane

260 weeks of bone grinding pain

5 years, the blight has has its reign

I die a thousand times in the rain

But I shroud my mind with faith

Begging God to release my chains

For I am a former shell, I am a wraith

2,629,740 minutes of the grind

1,825 days of waiting for peace

260 weeks of losing my mind

5 years, I have begged for release

It hurts to even move my hands

I've repented to my last breath

And Lord, I will do as you command

But I am, I have cried and I await my death

The Anger of a Just God

I am he who is without name or water
I care not for the lilies or the idea of mercy
I am the great I am of all your slaughter
I point the finger to you and your heresy
I tried to teach you about love and trust
I saw you kill my carpenter and my ghost
I loved you but balance the scales I must
I will herd my dear lambs to the fiery roast

Sober

This day my sober mind is troubled and reeling
Seconds gain power as moments in the mind
I've lost the eye of three and a sense of feeling
But my thoughts are explosive for I am confined