The Bad Seed

The bad seed

The need to believe

In one need

a deed

needed to leave

to be felt with

This filth I felt

this psyche pain

passed down to my brain

the pain making me insane

rain comes again and again.

Oh the conviction of sin

That's when Fallen Angels begin.

We are fallen.

Fallen for the win

When the great fall came long ago.

It opened the door

to what will shine so bright

It will amaze you all.

I hear the call

can't stall at all

just attentively surrendering

to the land where nobodys winning but

soul awakening

we dreaming of a better place

like the face of the Lord.

Can we afford to die?

so they may have life

Our strife, falling over and forever,

Will come to an end

all else will come to life

We spent our time

Behind enemy lines

Of space and time

Now we claim to remind

what the world

attempted to hide.