Myrrhbearer -

In languages never spoken, we speak

Acrimonic fire breathed upon the world

To burn the bastion of abhorrence

Coiled indignation begins to unfurl

In death of purpose and loss of sight

In life, aimless, borne of blight

Beneath the earth we writhe, in wait

Bound by worthless vision and illest fate

With granite wall and pitch of black

Fragments of purest love held back

Pupils wide in darkest hour

Amid foul air, rotting and sour

The dormant nerves begin to feel

The terror and torment once concealed

Synapses fire and spark the birth

Latent regard slowly unearthed

Crossroaded virtues blur and bend

Begotten chance to make amends

Worn hearts by savagery, beset

To forgive but to never forget

Set ablaze

I am reborn anew

I am reborn