Lo-Ruhamah piosenki

Cut the restraint, sever all constituting parameters of existence if not of my own making. I can uphold them with my own being. The dissenter I will devour with my teeth. Mathematic boundaries I can wield, conceptual frameworks of my own life I c...

When have You called me child? When have You loved me? How can a father call his sentiment love when he stares so blankly from where he hides? Every thought in the cloud of my soul heavily hopes that You will prove to be real. All of my thoughts are tint...

Where is my strength? Where is Thy light? "Strength Through Submission" Where is my strength? Where is Thy light? "Sight by Petition" Must I cower to be strong? "Have faith dear child. Look what your own hands have brought" Frail; they break und...

I have glorified all forms of madness, turning the circle of the eye inward, elevating the bottom and ascending to the pit. Making blindness the illumination and death the anointing, the violent the beautiful, the murderer an apostle. Pain as a p...

Without the Axiom, cannot the proposition live on? I can cross the ontological gap. One plus one plus one until it equals infinity. One may divide without end and never equal zero, yet I will cross the everlasting plain until I come to the Highest...

As surely as my heart fails, my love will come to me. My doubt will not prevail; my death cannot prevent Him. Oh, cowardice, how you take from me. (Or is it strength?) I know not. Truly I concede this. How beautiful that His Spirit returns for me...

Birthing pains. Mind and body torn apart. Then a swirling vibrancy spilling into endless expanse, involuting into paradoxical void pregnant with my consciousness. I, the nucleus of this primordial dance, push forward to escape Nothing and to fill a...

In the beginning I Was. And then I was Not, for I opened the door when death was calling. The sweet lure of a bitter taste. The mysterious lure of the faint taste of blood. The hypnotic pulse of a bright spot of light deep within the emptiness....

Hope guides the days but so does despair, And You have left me with both (So my limitation is complete). I will not seek the end, for I know none exists. No beginning means no end: There is only existence. I am only a pulse, an atom in the ebb, And a for...

I’ve denied the Father – shaken of His guiding hand – for the resplendent light above which once brought blossoming now sears my very flesh. My back turned to you as if an offense to me – I, now savoring the scraps of the sons of men. The first tast...

We remember Your name and the colors of Your breath (rose and ivory) and the taste of Your words in our mouths and the way it felt to stand in the steps of an unseen Spirit. And on the edges of sleep, we swear we can still see the shape of Your silhouet...

If God will be silent, then so will His servant, for His lead is guiding the path I have chosen.... But what were the choices that brought me to birth? What human would claim we requested derision, or that we requested our hope to be faith? My eyes do not...

Against all wisdom and principle of life, I listened to a voice I ought never have allowed to speak. On the edge of a pit, I denied my Father’s voice and looked into the hole where I was told not to look. I heard the vipers hissing while yet far...

Abandon has come with the early breath of dawn. To where has the long shadow fled, leaving such regret? “The yoke is easy; the burden is light.” Then why has Thy council, silent, made me an amort son? Silent and lifeless. Voiceless and nameless -- Y...

But the light from the holy response is too bright and I will not see my own glory eclipsed nor my shame come into visible spectrum nor acknowledge my monstrosity as having been witnessed. I AM NOT. Who are You to reveal this truth of myself? Did...

In the writhing sea of Your love, I am swallowed. Black waves like starless skies wrap tightly around my body. Black waves: Your presence. And the roar of the breaking tide: Your voice (Yahweh) Drown me--I am lost without You Drown me--I lose myself in...

I am the hammer that smashes the wall. I am the wound that refuses to heal. I am the hatred of a son for his father. I am the father who kills his own son. I have come to surreal depths of darkness, the inescapable mouth of the vacuum, the crushin...

Beckoned by the shadows, their familiar whispering of temptation (the ancient scourge) draws me. In a fallen state, where the sun grows cold, the last shafts of light close in around my feet. Hope is absent from this place--faith but a memory. Enticing sh...