Meaningless like ants we follow one another
Burying ourselves deep into the ground
Never able to escape
Depending not on logic but instead on faith
Prayer beads spinning through the fingers as words are said with no remand
This cures your bitter end and quenches your thirst for salvation
A second chance for the mistakes made
No matter how far from the path these holy spirits strayed
Confess your sins now and lay your head at ease
Resting on you pillow with your gods appeased
Don’t stray from the norm and purify yourself
Act with anger and hatred and expect the forgiveness
You so justly think you can rightfully procure
So lay now in your flower pedal coffin
While
the thorns prick your skin to let enter the demons
