Crowning The Nameless Heir - Rev 16:8

The light will never find me.

My lantern remains swallowed in shadow.

One captive feeds life to another.

Dependence brought upon the hidden.

Your means are as equally barren and pale

as this place of lifeless solid white

halfhearted ways of a soulless savior

grants entrance to the serpents scorn.

This land is no longer yours to claim.

The lost whistles now dominate the plains

sounding the bleak song of the unseen

leaving your whispers unheard.

Cause of life, effect in soul

Forming function — symbiosis.

Cause of man, effect in sin.

They all return to a different face.

Nature proves the close bond

between element and everything

the esoteric world rises apparent

carved truth in the center mass of ice.

For every birth of soul

I collect a breath of sin.

A call for a loss of life

gains strength in binding

Spirit of eternity.