It’s because there are places and spaces in life that are covered in turmoil and bloodshed and strife there became a real need for a love for the knife and the dissection of evil that releases the right as the left has been tried and its stayed as we†ve prayed but its battle was moot as the play was all staged and now that the light is to challenge the darkness you must not fear the strike on the sin or its weakness for it’s justice that’s needed from the guilt that we’ve heeded as those big marble arches fall to pieces depleted of blind fearful masses that all sat in classes and were governed by no more than church assigned asses who spread the dark fear of keeping it near as if falling from grace was their lips to God’s ear because infinite time takes imminent measures and there’s no more time to talk about treasures or streets made of gold or heavens that hold or days that turn black and suns that go cold as the demons surround and you hear the wing’s sound and the breath on your neck burns as your heart pounds and you wallow in tragedy like it’s profound will you harness your anger or go to the ground as it waits as you wish that so many things did like so many things promised and so many hearts banished and so many young thoughts by suppression just vanished by the might of the sword and the thrust of the scepter the blood ‘neath her floors is the reason we’ve left her.