Crimson's Truth
By R. Cary
Concaving tombs built through these canyons of human grace and faith
We atone with deliverance and sanctify through movement of our hearts
Upholding truth, upholding this fight burying ourselves into conviction begins
Holding our gaze, assuming this toll as the sky begins to descend,
A new journey has arrived, the Gods straining to provide, in only in us
Survives, the warriors facing what looms, the gravity weighing our souls;
This sky gathering, thunders of grey consuming, pressuring
Facing inward holding our beliefs upward as our faith against condensation
Misting the clarity darkening our sight, the horizon once so far away
Grazing our souls, as we enter this storm, a metaphor of heaven’s war
When conviction has turned to haze, when integrity has been weakened
We congregate through unity of this tenacious story living in the cornerstones
Of faith and cornerstones of hell holding ourselves to this life’s eternal womb
Releasing our souls across these lands with the breath of eternity’s flames
Lighting morality as attestation, purity in purpose of the destiny of human
Goodness, kindness tendering souls of evil with our ancient light lighting
Our tombs over these canyons, across these mountains challenging, arriving
Into our path encouraging in us to rise giving our will across these skies
Living in our requiem resting our souls in our own self-sanctuary of faith;
In the river of the damned we proceed embodying acceptance of this bridge
To cross these passages in litany, congregating persuasions of our
Strength of might narrowing perceptions flowing against this gauntlet
Streaming, enticing our consciousness in our battle, as the sky befalls,
This is our journey, letting life descend, we raise our shields of golden armor
Broadening our hearts conceptions of human faith releasing tenacity in
Courageousness, as a phalanx for our souls, as this river narrows our bridge
Grows stronger, more resilient protecting the guidance of these mountains' peaks,
In this, we breathe our creed of brutality, savagery, as we never relent, never die;
Tombs excavated as the purity of our pureness becomes tainted by evil’s consent,
The duty of our purpose, a crimson river rising, to hold our vision of light’s gaze
When Taunting’s whisper in our ears, when these canyons seek our souls
We learn the truth of human grace, bloodied and embattled we venture to
Conquer these mountains building this bridge for all to walk, solidifying destiny,
Determination carving the truth of this river enduring ill rotted detestation
Ravaging our rapture, with faith under attack we will only build this bridge of
Pure iron, our molten solidifying our dignity in purpose when our souls are incised;
Sanctity distilling against this river of red isolating into a form of crimson blood
Draining lost ambition, but we will not demise, we will resist desolation as our
Tombs seep red onto our souls, forging our bond of Iron Eros, the truth of the
Story of us all, fighting with only faith in each other so we meet these mountains
Ends, where our grace lives when these canyons narrow and our tombs weep,
We only build stronger bridging the path of fortitude surrendering to our resilience;
Born of iron as our gifts to the Gods, but it is in us that we rise, in us faith survives
Turning crimson rivers into humanity’s persistence, the truth of these mountains now told
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Crimson's Truth
By R. Cary
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