[Morph]

"Lay them to rest"
They relate as preachers sing the psalms of a soul of passin debate.
Tears from fears as thoughts rewind in a long gone fate.
And they still wait, curlin back the time when the young one whinned.
Now as spirits collaspe from whats not seen, but whats known, he dreams.
"Torture is now no more"
As the black cladded mediator speaks in a whisper so loud it roars.
She sees a shift in the legs surrounded on all sides of the bloodspilled floor.
As her brother glide through iles, seemin like he flying for miles, he soars.
And even as closed eyes bring relief.
Her pulse rams its force in a ear so piercing, it bleeds.
And we all know that that sh!t is never relieved.