Each limb of my tree of verity burns from the core, crackles in defeated revelation
Having been fated a series of keen glimpses of reality's roots
And lived always in a state of naked urgency
Wishing and wanting for the estranged warmth of the sun
Of my life's zenith, my long awaited apex, my chime

I believe in the fruitful reward then and there, when once again I'm exonerated
Deliverance, timed cessation
In this state, I will feel only the cradling embrace of God
And not his relentless whip lashing my back with the promise of a later time of comfort
When inhabiting oppression, embodying the grievances of the human condition

Self denudation, desperately clinging to
Aesthetics, honesty in art and the art of self
And how beautiful it can be to witness
Thrashing sentient beings
Bludgeoning themselves in the glimmer of moonlight

Each limb of my tree of verity burns from the core, crackles in triumphant glory.