Bible Question (short): Mounting Majesty |
Question (full): Wind thrashing Trees scratching Momma lashing Out Upon Me the child Born to withold the throngs Of Demons Screaming in my Head Take My soul Leave my mind Too kInd Brother Mother Lover Not alone Gone forever the taste of pure Blood upon the lips of babes Down to my ungraced disgraced Epiphany I am the One of two Departed with her Too cold In the box of secret lies To take it to my depths Oh not I, Not i Away Away to run the race No end to the circle That fate mounts me the glorious majesty the pain sane tame calm No |