like a favorite slave, who's learned to hide behind the chains

your presence sickens me, i'm trying to tell you something

born into your bonds, played the puppet all along

but so quick to dismiss me, do you even know what's out there?

cast this world aside, they'll bleed you till there's nothing left,

no limits to their lives, their end is never changing

all that you can see, kneels at His feet in sovereignty.

time is complete, all that you can know

will praise his name as you will.

little finite minds, masters of their finite lives

but always seem to come up empty

needing kingdoms built from birth but death reclaims them all to earth

dust to dust and memories

and this orchestral masterpiece can only end in tragedy.

can you hear God laughing

deep unto deep

all creation braces for the passing of this time.