The Road To Salvation

Ruptured the thieves and bury them beneath their knees. With all of my needs we needed to be free. No matter how cold this touch is, it must be said that we live without fear and we walk with DEATH. O' the turning point of our war; as the fires rise with fury, ash falls like snowflakes from the Heavens. Clouds clutter our design but we managed to break free from this skin. As our bones collapsed I thought we were just skeletons, but laid out our flesh down and watched it get torn to shreds. There must be a better way out of this hole, as I follow the light I'm The Ghost in the hallway wishing to be whole. For our sake it was too late to be saved. I prayed to God now I watch as we are witches burning on a desert ship. No it cannot be too late there is much more that we have to say and its the slave in us all that fights our motivation to the top. And it comes crashing down like thorns to the skull, it crashes on us but we continue to rise, we continue to rise. AND MY GOD WE HAVE REDEEMED OUR LAST LONGING SALVATION THAT WE HAVE BEEN DENYING FOR, FOR SO LONG!