Altar Case Shun
Do the devout become blessed by default
Through practice, believing and trust
Could ever I aspire to unlock this rustic vault
By my soul's divine purpose
Is all that has come to pass for naught
Am I a cog forged of heavenly fire
Designed for a device so pristine
Built to metamorphose forgiveness from ire
Or could I be destined for the glean
Should I be asking these questions
Is my mind so capable
I believe there are just some lessons
That are best left kept off the table
When these thoughts rush
Synapse to synapse
I becomes ensnared in soul traps
Then escaping becomes a must
So I think to my self out loud
I contemplate so no one hears
While I consecrate my ignorance
I embrace speech for deaf ears
I embrace for tears
For scores of wasted years
For pain that sears
I doubt my own purpose
And so I shun the altar.
Through practice, believing and trust
Could ever I aspire to unlock this rustic vault
By my soul's divine purpose
Is all that has come to pass for naught
Am I a cog forged of heavenly fire
Designed for a device so pristine
Built to metamorphose forgiveness from ire
Or could I be destined for the glean
Should I be asking these questions
Is my mind so capable
I believe there are just some lessons
That are best left kept off the table
When these thoughts rush
Synapse to synapse
I becomes ensnared in soul traps
Then escaping becomes a must
So I think to my self out loud
I contemplate so no one hears
While I consecrate my ignorance
I embrace speech for deaf ears
I embrace for tears
For scores of wasted years
For pain that sears
I doubt my own purpose
And so I shun the altar.
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