My faith has no time & its bittersweet,
The controversial are mistreated
And my predicated
of the years heresy
of my own guilty sins.
I can't judge upon this.
I'm guilty of everything.
We are all living skeletons
in each other's closets.
My numb-ness,
I can't feel this.
I'm already dead
and the Nephalem
grows the wings
from the back of me....
I feel enraged,
I just wish,
to feel happiness.