Without grace

I detach myself from the doctrine
And cast away tradition lie.
From your fear and promise
Free from the icons that falsify existence
Lies carved in stone. Bleed before me.
Wash away the dreams of happiness.
Soaked in illusions of conenient council.
Untruth in words.
This voice of comfort falls short of healing.
No redemption, no change.
My season remains the same
As I suffer with the sins of my morality.
To walk alone.
Living with the convictions of my past
Moving forward with hope of forgiveness
For myself, from myself
I will not live in total silence
Anothers voice will not command me.
Your loyalty is their pedestal and
I stand above them
Caught between right and wrong.
The sheep move towards the alter.
The greatest sin is losing faith in ourselves.