At the end of genocide

When we chose our sides

And fought an endless war

Against our own minds

We fade into the nights

Just to bring the days alive

To burn the darkest light

In our eyes

We feel a light

Inside of our minds

Raging

And diving in

And taking ourselves against

This tidal wave

Of our entire life

Channeling our lives

And twisting the being

That we hold

With our hold

Distilling

The meaning

From envy

And enemies

Rebuilding

The temples

The temple of our mind

And walking a fine line

Through innocence

To where we go to be a live

Unheard of and feeling

The truth of our meaning

And the beating

Of our hearts

The slow healing

Of our scars

Twisting and breaking

The momentary hold over us

Tasting infinity

And taking all that we used to be

And building the heavens

Where we slowly go to be

In heaven

The endless

Burning of our days

Inside an empty flame