The River

In this crimson tide, I will survive.

Swimming these treacherous waters with dangerous monsters inside.

Ships sail by, but they don't see me.

I hope I can reach shore just to stand on my own two feet again.

I will get there, surely, I will make it there.

I will sail these waters back to shore with my body.

My body that will one day return to grace.

Maybe I should conform to mankind and all they have to offer.

But my path stays clear, even if I see the demons before me, I will not be feared.

I will continue to walk on, with my head held high and in the clouds.

This has become true of me, because I do not follow where mankind is going.

And I do not judge those who judge me.

I judge only those who don't think enough.

I will cut to the end if I have to. I will go straight to the source.

I will go to God and knock on his door.

Maybe this isn't the end for me, but I will be heard.

"God let me in... Or I will return in the morning."

The night goes silent and all have been cleared.

I went through hell to make it here.

I will go through hell again.

Until tomorrow.

Until the end.
I will return...
Until avenged.