Ceaseless rebirth through Self-sacrifice
On an altar of my own making
Ascending to the lowest point
My failings are temporary
My victories absolute
My knees buckle under the weight of my sudden salvation
As I learn of Good and Evil
I witness Sin and Death striding across the abyss
I have killed God
Only to remake myself in my own image
But these tools of man are crude
No strike of the chisel is painless
These altars are hollow
My soul is now free
Flesh made stone
Forever, incomplete