Near the End - Corpus Christii

The sun that shines on us

Now carries a wound

Beholding the filter, falling to our knees

Blind we shall fall, only then we will see

The flame of all, is in me

Now over the moon eclipse

A ring of power surrounds us

Given the moment to our descent

Spoken the truth, we cannot uphold the senses

Silenced, we do proceed

Yet the sun while continue to shine

It’s warmth, turn us to dust

Screams of hollow

Shouts of despair

We spoke far too late

There’s no more time to stay awake