Soli Deo Gloria - Woe of Tyrants

Look to the sky for the evidence

Breath of the wind chilling every cord on my spine

In this instant, I’m taken atop the world

The burning of buildings and houses beneath

Never reaches the lowest of stars

It’s a fallacy to think that the world stops at us

These towers don’t seem so tall

When compared to the galaxies of the universe

In it’s ever changing beauty, we take notes, on how to paint

Of what to sing, it’s manifold

A fleeting world is rotting right before our eyes

The chances of restoring beauty ever-slowly dies

Day turns to night, back to light, with no help from mankind

And then light shines our way to all fortune

I’ll take a ticket to be by your side

For this mystery will not suffice

There is more to what we see than what we know

There’s room for growth

And with a flash, the earth will shake

And be sure that everyone will fall

It can’t combat the violence

Which feeds off of the world

Mountains can stare, as every building falls on top of all of us

Everything we make, everything we dream

Every ounce of beauty seen

Brings a glimmer of hope

For what is on the other side of the sky

The color it comes from above, and surrounds every one

Infusing us with light, deep in the corners they wait

These dire forces intend to invade

Slowly fading to magical places, where the color is no more

What’s in the garden?

Now it waits

Mind not the delusions, it’s never too late to reconvene

Slowly, as words keep us growing, relationships forged in gold

What’s in the garden?

Now it waits

Mind not the delusions, it’s never too late