The lesser I have known, the better I have grown

In the void of penitence, and the senses I disowned

Polluted design of tradition

Reaping the roots of hate

Aching through my cells

Singing promises in cold rhythm

Hanging bodies and expectations
Nothing left to withstand

Rest assured in perished land

Stake my heart, burn my pride

Leave the noises for tomorrow’s dawnFor the chaos in silence

In a pursuit to find balance

The voices in the distance are silencedThe hallowed ground is where I rest, free from nightmares