You linger in disclosure down the hall of your shadows,
Clutching your cross in your hand.
You fear the one thing that can save you.
The one thing that can save you will annihilate your existence.
You whisper words that are weaved of this realm only.
The concept lacks understanding.
The understanding is flawed.
The intense animation in your eyes has nothing to do with endurance.
You fail!
This time you have made a fool of your poor soul.
You could radiate with beauty, if only the effort wouldn't fail you.
I can see the agony in your eyes.
The cross burning accusations into your flesh.
The dawn of your termination weighs on the forgotten scales of your creed.
Let go!
You could radiate in the light, if only you would remove the canopy that hangs over your eyes.