Expansion and Collapse - Byzantine

Waves of calm they washed me clean

Detached, removed from the spine

Possessed with a feeling of death

A compulsion to silence the goodness

Everyone dies but not everyone lives

The plague modern times instilled

This revelation cured me of this sickness of the mind

Wronged in our chance to comprehend immortality

Power beyond the amorphous stature breathing lies

Inside the ties that bind

Waves of doubt wash over me

Skepticism oscillates in the mind

Relief from the pagan beliefs

That are contrary to the submissive

Faith and doubt constantly collide

Joined together on immeasurable planes

More courage does it take to suffer than to die

Power beyond the amorphous stature breathing lies

Inside the ties that bind

Recalculate infinity

Expand just to collapse on me

A glimpse of moving light

That you must bring to focus

Grows in proportion to

The pressure on the eyes