Oceans rumbling on sacred ground

Removed from the presence of sanctity 

How far must one wander for the truth?

To tomorrow?

Lies fester on open wounds

Like flies without a home

Derange chaos gone to the wind

Blinded by an idea

In the event of happiness

Where do I begin to hope?

If madness is all there is,

If love, then what?

If love, then redemption

Hope and forgiveness sitting down

Murder for purity of sin

Deranged by blissful indifference.