Not-Afraid

"Why do you care so much?" "Well, because it's a bit worrying to be honest. That you're restricting yourself to that mindset." "To what mindset!? I didn't even give you a straight answer!" "About the church. The institution damnit, Not the whole Devil's advocate thing." "Ugh Erik honestly... It's not a stubborn mindset. Christians could say the same thing about atheists." "I'm not atheist." "I have faith in God and I believe that Jesus Christ came down to earth 2000 years ago to save us from our sins because he loves us. That's what I believe in." "But why... ?" "Because I know that it's true." No. "No, you don't!" "Yes, yes I do."

Grown men do not cry. Never, not until they die. Grown men do not cry. No matter what hardships they endure Whether or not they find the cure Not a tear, so clear and pure Is ever seen in the mirror. No matter how savagely their heart was torn Or how viciously inside them a demon was born There is a code, ancient and sworn, Grown men do not cry. It may seem forlorn. And tears run from my eyes But there are no sobs or cries And slowly change will surprise Even the most ancient of ties. I apologize in the softest of tones For pulling you from the highest of thrones Only to see you need no apology. If I could stand up from thi

We pray for you, the ones who fell For us, so we would not fall as well The ones who risked their very lives The some who lived, the many who died. For those who wore the leaf in red, For those who fought, and now are dead, For those who lost more than a friend, For those who still fight to no end, We remember. And we pray. Before december Through autumns grey. For those who left and fought that day, We remember, and we pray.

After I thought my final race was over, Another one comes, and so long for being sober, Too bad, it looks like you signed up for another tour, So pack your bags, we're headin' back into the lure Of fame and popularity, but that ain't bad enough, So let's turn on the pressure, make this one more tough, Because now it's you against the population, If it was bad before, this is pure undulation For the nerves, and already they're shot, In repair from the last race but fixed they are not, And it's doubtful they'll ever be, just like a prosthesis, Except in this case nobody else will ever see this, It's deeper than a flesh wound, worse

Chains, which wrap around me tightly, Lust which grasps my passions nightly, Overwhelms my sense of moral, Captures me and crowns the laurel Of my jail upon my hairline, Showing, boasting my quick decline From the clouds and mountains leaven, Plummet, fall to Hell from Heaven, Land upon the burning bedrock, Crack the floor, undo the padlock, Of Hell's gates, and face the demons Kill them who restrain my reasons, Slice from necks the Hydra's faces, Use no torch as it replaces Heads, with twice more than beforehand, Pushing forward through my homeland Until it reaches my own home. And further it shall never roam. Slice from ne