Inadvertent Demise

Feel the agonizing frigid winds In the rising sphere of depravity The environment is harsh It steals the breath with every step Lingering howls of the blackest hole Inside of us, waiting to slaughter Demanding restoration But the visions do not end They encourage further action Redeeming the unhealing thrust That lives within all of us When the spirit is molted And the hinges are bolted Only then can the hammer strike And after the results are victorious Deceive to conceive and to believe in nothing But the one true temple that faces the emptiness Embraces it's forceful intellectual lust To carry us with no grace to the land of carnage Where we thrive, leaving nothing alive So the lifeless relates to what we all are inside