​Summon

When there's nothing but the darkness,
We must summon something greater,
Not restrained within a harness,
But to release as its creator...
Through the desert storm of misery,
When the ground begins to shake,
As you recall upon the history,
That has found your last mistake...
Giving meaning to a consequence,
That had turned our last intent,
So conveniently the opposite,
Of what we truly may have meant...
But you feed on that aggression,
As it slowly come's to life,
Which doesnt need a last confession,
To precede your last of rights...
Till you become the very entity,
That you keep within arms length,
So your soul becomes what meant to be,
Turning weakness into strength...