What is the question of faith? This is the downtrodden, the following are behind. I spent my life clutching at the pearls of the Pearly Gates, to Only See the locked gate. For some of us, it might be easy, giving a gift of immortality. And for some of us it is like a radio just tuned the wrong way.

For one who's walked these roads and passed these Thrones and the glitter in between. I beg and pleaded and banged at the walls for Mercy to come. Yet my blood doesn't hold the Free Will that some of you take for granted. Some of us were born locked away. Shunned for the sense of of our past lives. Forced on a  Road not easily followed.

Lost on sounds of freedom. 

Giving my heart out, yet I ask what was I made for. what sense of freedom . 

Time is it incapable of protecting itself. It runs on Gears from beaches to Sun's equipped. Blinded by a man's approach to find meaning in every minute but lost working everyday. Is it the holy or the Unholy that we serve, just another day another 9 to 5:00. Endless looks and dirty hooks, just a pale reminder of the choices I took. Yet I gave my heart to this

And I'm still not free.