Inner Demons, Outer Sermons

Unbeknownst to him, the walls are closing in, He feels trapped, feels like a fool,

He can't be the one to do this, it's not his burden, He feels like a maniac, changing the rule,

He suffers and cries, makes his sorrow known, The rule that makes the world go around,

He finds no solace, He tries with all his might, with his hands bound,

Can't be what they need him to be, In the kingdom of pain, he offers kindness,

For as a man, he is just a man, In the realm of darkness, Samael they call him,

He isn't god, he can't be god, Bringing the light, to cure all the blindness,

But they make him out to be, The messiah of the voiceless, they call him,

An imposter, his complex out for all to see, As his heart grows heavier, he continues to love,

It seems to him that all hope is lost, Continues to bring the faith, as if straight from above,

For him to be new again, In a ball of energy, he seems forgiving,

He can't heal, Appears to be eternal to those who worship him,

Can't be of help to anyone, He is but a man, just doing his part,

For years he suffered, Lives in a utopia that, to some, seems worlds apart,

For years he'll suffer, His vision is simple, maintain harmony in this realm,

For years he craved, To make sure that no poor soul has to ever feel overwhelmed,

For years he'll regret, In essence he's doing what must be done,

For years, he'll live, Carrying with him the faith of more than one,

In a few years, he'll die, He has his ways, to make things right,

As long as he breathes, And he will not go down without a fight,

His burden never goes away. So he wages his righteous war, well into the night.