God had spoken to me this day;
He told me the world could not always go my way.
He said that my house burning,
And my aching heart yearning
Was all to become past.
The rain cannot last.

Although lost to me was more than treasure,
The burning bones and burning wood--I cannot measure.
God told me I would be tested
And for this I should have rested

Stretched thin and worn my mind became
And I could find no one to blame.
Then God left me without even a jest
Not even enough time to leave me here--blessed.

My aching bones cracked as I moved
So weak my will had proved
Vomit and granite became my sunrise
And then He became who I dearly despise

The church--no longer my haven--I wander the streets
In my eyes the memory repeats
I scream and wither to the icy cold ground
I don't know what I shall do 'till my sanity is found.

My stare became blank
As I realized the plank.
I've walked into an endless hallway
My thoughts leading me astray.

The blackness thins
And a voice begins
Haranguing and ranting of death
Whilst all I could feel is my hot breath

The stench of this place reminds me of home
A place I never thought I could--again--roam.
No music on harps
Only the songs of larks

It cannot be home but rather temptation
Yet this does not bar me from my elation
The angels do not call
My knee does not skin when I fall
If it is demons then I owe them no debt
For my sun has finally set.