Of Gods Bereft of Grace

Come, Release your hate. Revile your pain Lay down the weight Crushing your soul Oh, the well lit halls of my home Painted by polyphony May I find some peace; Solace In this harmony Built from broken, nameless sound Hear, Colors unseen Cast from their mouths Halls once well lit Dampened and dim Have you grasped the infinite? Can you feel the weight of eternity? Mocking, mangling, Smothering you with hands that never shake Reveal to me Those glorious wanton days At last I feel The truth is gripping me I can scarcely draw my breath My soul is drifting toward The valley deep within Melt my heart O music. Let flow your stream, Resonant chambers of rage, contentment, passion or fear. Life to ever-sleep. Melt my heart O music. Let flow your stream, Resonant chambers of rage, contentment, passion or fear. Life to ever-sleep. For only you can strike us with your magic.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025