My life’s a ruptured text of loss and grief,
all hope dispersed across the deepest seas.
I break with creed and Christ to find relief,
remove the yoke to free my hands and knees.
At Lethe’s bank I drowned my past in flame,
my heart, misled by greed, seduced by pride
which earthly laws consider free from blame–
once more a slave of fortune forced to hide.
I crossed primordial lands to Eden’s gate
and trod the foreign paths to Heaven’s door;
I knocked and yelled, but I was told to wait
not days, but years delayed the start of war.
Alas! I reached the point of no return
I lit a fire and watched His kingdom burn.