Oceans rumbling on sacred ground
Removed from the presence of sanctity
How far must one wander for the truth?
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.