The Mission

There are two truths spoken
Each defined by masters of inflection
The circus we're in is a quagmire
Designed by Divine imperfections

The strength in a phrase is a portion
Its all about the silence between
Each sentences cool misdirections
Hold us in such low esteem

Unravel the yarn of the fable
I detect the word-now the pawn
Will ensnare the rook, then the kingdom
Will fall with the coming of dawn

Every man loves his cruel power
When it defines him as above it all
Heralding salvation with a mission
Thats failed since the great ancient Fall.