Exemplified in death
The sin and the defense
To keep the tired breath
Within the crumbling fence.

Stalks shadows in the night
The child, lost long ago,
Who’s overcome with blight –
The wild blood flows below.

Who will repent the sin
When pain makes it so real?
The moment we begin
To strain for the unreal

We are already lost –
No savior offers hand.
Damnation is the cost
To walk corrupted land.