iron mask clad in armor vast fear disguised as wisdom in the end the fortress falls nothing survives that is false constant desire for virtue the higher achieve the right to judge our brethren with a smile distortion clinging salvation hangs on by a thread to all we think we know illusions of what is gained to be favored or disgraced is to live in fear no matter how we try we walk the path alone cherished beliefs dependant upon the past the past and the future phantoms in the now overwhelmed with the struggle try to achieve redemption grapple with the values of those who seek control impressions of the righteous such a pitiful waste create the seeds of hate loss gain perpetuate the mental tyrant