Wings on Fire

Burning need for isolation
When the presence becomes too strong
Embedded in green serenity
The gardens seem lost too long
I saw my heaven
I saw decay
I saw my hell
I saw dismay
I fear none
My mind divides in solitude
Never to meet the other world
Denied at the gates of beauty
The spirit of man been sold
Hyperrealistic
Utilized divine
Perceiving ceremonies
On levels yet unknown
Ripping out the evil
Substitute of emptiness
Reinventing the soul
On levels yet unknown
Breaking the window of destiny
Blinding the eyes of the world
Perpetrate profanic rites