The Word Made Flesh

Paradise Lost

It looks to kill

And fails to wait in sight

It twists me from inside

Carry all, heal the score,

I can no longer bleed

What is this,

Things I've been,

You can set me free

The one I see,

A blinded fool corrupting me

From within, worn away



Find, by mind, abusive ways

Allures me from restrain

Crate the obscene,

You can set me free

Sense predict the scorn

The hour of peace is gone

The one I see,

A blind deaf fool forever be

Burning me



Worn fools that prey

On a faith filled day

Laughter stays, out of my way

Pass through my dismay