Mychildren Mybride

In death we will ascend, and only in death will we interview
That which formed us from this cold dark lifeless earth,
For it is in this journey that we evolve into our true state
We were created in love, and now were born into hate
Incontrovertible rest, our darkened eyes will never open,
And our vision will never be shaded again
By the relentless hands of time.
Our mortal flesh is nothing but a mantle of corruption,
Unveil and deliver into the hands of our creator,
To justify our requital. to justify our atonement
We were birthed from the ground, and to the ground we shall return.