Venenum, the hero, Demergo, and the leech

Waiting for the days of the aggrandize

Have we wallowed for the actions of a likely idol

Most among the tales when we withered at the sun

Now we are distasteful to the eyes of a future glory

Waiting for the days that we could finally recognize

Wrapped into waves like the arms of our favortism

Feigning on the guile and the stipulation

When we haven't grown to care for a hero like you

belligerent literatures conducts the congregations

lathers the ground, uniting a lost empathy

a selfless society

how could they ever handle the truth i know about you

deafened the voices with what they still believed

how many still confuse it with the call of supremacy

when you have written lies and led your people to death

Leaving you as the force no one could deny

the brittle mind i'm bind to gives answer to me

teaches me to be wise

hides me safely from the waste of zombies you call on

how can you improve when there are loopholes in your tales?

Are you guiding them all to zion?

Or something harsher, something black and unforgiving?

What happens when they open their eyes.

Hide from your blinding light.

Run from your ignorance and betrayal.

Run from your blistered sun, rather than burning helplessly

Rise on with your hate while i am still here on the ground

You played the light and you played the wave in which they only heard about

I say, what god are you to lift these lost souls from their spouts?

You can't deny me, shove me in your melting pot because your fire is not enough when i'm bound to something better than that, better than this.

I'm the only soul that can alleviate me from this lie, burst through those rusty arches with my hand up high, tight little fist shaking at judgement and protest, "I'm not alone, now. blessed be the sheer joy of freedom, i will not be your martyr. you are a virus of faith, you have descended us all down. stop your lies now. i see you lies now. dim your lights and spare us of this disease."

you've become the lie and the blame that we only hear about

once you are removed of this disease and human ignorance, elevated throughout and beyond the decievers

spare me my own helplessness

my lies, my arrogance

sweet divinity, Alicia, the true voice of unconditional love

highlights of a simple memory holds emptiness.

it's getting even harder to grasp when you're dimming like a light

would  you hear me out one last time in this stone suggestion

if you find heaven's gates with your guides, don't be afraid to look him in the eyes and let him know:

you have always kind, never living a lie, never hurting or taking lives, but you have saved quite a few along the way, now give me my peace and take me home.