True Will (Liturgy)

Floating upwards Lungs filling up with air As God inhales me Into the impossible I wave a sad goodbye To each newly conquered territory Nomad hearth Consuming it's own home The glow of warm joy Leaving dry form Carcass Ashes True will Green life scraped from copper vaults Silver pins in crippled cartilage Ballooning substrate of eternity Without reason's diamond Without imagination True will Inhalation Magnet charger Lightning Blaze Everything that ever was Slightly changes Green life scraped from copper vaults Silver pins in crippled cartilage Ballooning substrate of eternity Without reason's diamond