Of Sundered Spirits

Heaven has stirred, it senses my wrath
And my spirit is sundered still

For forgiveness was the only thing i asked
And an end that was clean and swift.
But i was hunted down by memories and pain,
My martyrdom was denied, God has forsaken me

Here i dwell with shattered souls that wail and shreik
Their unrest. Their torment is forever and so is the bond
We all share

Time has no meaning, here all things are one and the same
Our own half existence is beyond repair
Well, i could never make a choice
Without fate taunting me

No eyes for tears, no voices for laments
Our screams of dyscord are a symphony composed
In agony

I shudder so violent when my mind
Starts to wander, resting memories that
Burn and scar. Caged to endless bounds
And miseries in the light that never warms
A downfall of faith destroyed, misguided
Beliefs to ursurp the throne
-Domination is mine
(Or to die)

No eyes for tears, no voices for laments
Our screams of dyscord are a symphony composed in agony

Nothing is left im blind to see and my spirit is sundered still