Broken upon a torture wheel, made to beg for survival
But I can breathe through tears, and I bleed out black
The ink of a poet can be expressed, knowing that truth
The knowledge and wisdom of world, beckons arrival
The reckoning will destroy nearly all, but for a miracle
I pray for revelation, the final curtain's fall to be stayed
The suffering, the payment of cost, the perfect sacrifice
End is in place, we must own our failings, be cleansed
Embrace the graves, oblivion, or burning unimaginable
We've a chance to avoid our final fate, a lamb pristine
Mercy, wool white as snow, red wine given for blood
I'm not worthy of forgiveness but blessed by grace
I've surrendered and wherever this life ends
I earned my fate
