Curse of the Wood

Haven’t you ever seen the darkness?

Haven’t you ever gazed at the whip?

Haven’t you ever desired a woman?

Haven’t you ever struggled to live?

Those who do not fall

Those who walk unaided

Ensnared in the mundane

Oblivious to their minds

No fathoming do they make

Of the bridge which cleaves the masses

Gifts many with naivety

Burdens few with reality

The connection to the truth

So desperately kept

For those without, beyond comprehension.

Haven’t you ever frozen inside?

Haven’t you ever twitched in fierce pain?

Haven’t you ever tainted your own flesh?

Haven’t you ever felt the need to run?

The other side assimilates; it’s all they can do

But never fully accepted, never understood

Even the blessed can’t ignore everything

The mystique of the knowledge does not elude them

Danger pulses in the blood of the servant

He knows his master is the only one

Who can lift the branches from the joint of his neck

Who can halt the sacrifice with the Final Act

Who can save a soul from Hell’s clenched grip.

Haven’t you ever tasted salt and sin?

Haven’t you ever begged for breath?

Haven’t you ever fought for your own heart?

Haven’t you ever killed yourself?

Without obedience, sadism will win.

That is the truth most never greet.