Separate halo from the horns. Fallen from the sun, faded. I've been searching. Taking up snakes and folding my hands when the truth came to focus. Life falls under no command The cradle of serpents, that once was your mind was alleviated by the nostrum devine. Everyone's waiting to find the light at the darkest of ends. Transferred being into life's new hands. Your prophets have spoken, I've read your books. Ancient scrolls and sermons, for your purpose took. If to elevate the mind is to send the spirit low, then we have been passed over. Wash us white as snow. In the palms of your wretched hands, a world in chains. Blood rains to drown the blaze of your throne in flames.