Brimstone Bishop

Oh my sun

Let your hands rise towards the clouds and let them pass through you

Tell me how warm you feel

Live and reach it in your soul and aura

Your lips are cracking, but that's just the process of faith

Hope, prayer, and devotion will sink onto our eyes

Let your youth spill and pour onto the grass

Forget power, fame, and all the glory

Lean into the smoke and feel the peace pass through you

Have your lungs speak and breathe truth

Learn the impossible and the untouchable becomes you

Be the angel who walks into Tartarus boiling in blood

To never submit, break, or face the mirrors, how do I lie to you?

Lingering beliefs and questions, the flame will answer

Egos, Feins, Demons, won't tell you who to be

We will save some souls alone tonight

Running on fumes? That's the fever, that's your passion

As Above

Heavens in the clouds

Scattering, onto the earth, filled with dark, thundering echoes

Dying, is never an option

In the chaos reborn, as the hammer breaks hot iron and bodies

My young misfits

Eyes will be clear in the smoky world