it was an ominous awakening built into a dream with the back of heads in view not a single sight foreseen chest beating through a par alytic state im conscious but seemingly not awake to a world i cant possibly want to be hereafter my souls keeper the flesh that binds paralyzed barred in time to dwell in your ploys death your sword is made of the ashes of what once was the bread i consume prepares me for battle faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance in what we do not see as my soul rescinds to its keeper ill find hope in the place that we grieve faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance in what we do not see human law requires that i stay im saving my escape for the heavens one day