Descent Of Man

Confront the chaos boiling in your mind

Question the doubt that confuses your will

Bitten by the serpent, caressed by original sin

Feasting on the fruit of the tree

Bright eyes now grow brighter

Shine out and illuminate the darkness

A starless void seethes and froths confusion

The ebb and flow mark time

A challenge of reason confronts the flock

Dreaming of convention and binding absolutes

Dogma turns on an axis of belief

Collared by fear and it's dowry of damnation

Revisit sacred texts, now forced to explain beyond imperium

Pronounce the living dead yet still fear the remains

Piety digs a necropolis for the future

Encircled by iron wills, galvanized by serene faith

Shuttered consciences in denial at all costs

Declare encroaching darkness in spite of the light

Yet from a bully pulpit spews an intoxicating thought

Dreams of convention and binding absolutes

Faith in an idea to provincialize all creation

Borne of paralyzing process and ironclad mistrust

Playing the music of creation through a skipping media

Imperfection enshrined as a great destroyer

The liberating power of original sin

And the endowment of free will

Each twisted by the other into the Mark of Cain

Questions to confuse the doubt of your will

And avoid the chaos boiling in your mind

The likeness of being shaken awake

Achieve what God has not?

The descent of man