Departed Beliefs

Embedded it has flew without eyes,

crashed the feelings with the spikes,

of devote faith at gods, it hasn't risen.


Spelled prayers of war through night,

floating against the breeze, on cries,

voices never heard, were drawn on ice.


Last destiny of miracles and tears,

of chapels and blare, crosses near,

faith lies and help doesn't appears.


Only inside the void, a mirror shines,

reflecting your desires and promises,

waiting the juncture to kill the Christ.


Prophets of love and compassion,

denial at sin was a great evasion,

to forget the gauge of toxic devotion.


Epochs of powder have passed drying seas,

and hope didn't gave us more than disease.


Ethereal symptoms now praises our lives,

behaviours of idolatry were left behind,

to behold how the inner being climbs.​

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