Embodiment

I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression This effigy of flesh, corporeal Christi, nailed In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne Of repression and guil

Time taken away by chance, Our journey is unknown. Are there signs of life inside us. Are there signs of hope? Take away these years of pain, Cast away the fear within. Heal the scars of innocence, Open eyes to a new world. Drowning in contention, Dr