"our entwined thoughts of paradise"
believing we serve a human power

The illusion of our cozy inner sanctum is
with us giving false signals and promises

Our fate is not in our hands for we
are in a free fall of destiny and delusion

no time for regrets for time goes too fast
the intent is not logical and our ideas are futile

bring on this beast for we are ready to "chant"
your name in our search for good in you

teaching the wicked souls is a noble course forgive
these false prophets there fall will be long