The Agony Courses Through My Veins - Advent Sorrow

Back sucking life

I still see feel a collapsing heart

And felt the proper body, a temple in ruins

Covered in crawling, gasping wounds

Even on the preachers’s tongue

Rising from the womb

And I lay in my death and suffering

Forgotten and erased

I stand here weeping

In open wounds

We are light now

Supposedly from all the suffering

Don’t save me, I am supporting death

A collapsed heart, supporting the death of her

A portal to a place

I regret all of her

Even on the preachers’s tongue

Rising from the flaming womb

Rising like the final wave

Falling as we must save her

We are all choking from the inside now

Look again as the walls burn

Rising fire

Here we find the last of the answer

Burning and breaking down

They said moaning, we all learn now

For wretchedness