Sorrow filled days of disease,
the faceless shadows arise. 
The fear once among the lust, 
now reflects creations demise. 
So to the idols wait for the 
impending doom, under a godless sky,
yet we walk 
on further atop the broken glass. 
For our feet will heal but our 
souls stay doused. 
With humanity's blood, await the  [bad word]  no one is forgiven,
everything precious lost. 
Sanctified to God, carved into 
our souls, carved into our past,
our lives severed
Our lives remain severed