What Is There Without Love?

The fear is what keeps us here

Ponding the unthinkable and seeing dark things

You say I worship the devil

Yet it is the furthest thing from the truth

Where are you without love?

A pit of rotting desires and passions

Now with the truth coming to light

We see that it is not so beautiful afterall

So empty and cold inside

Your eyes turn inside out just to watch your soul go

Flying to a place where freedom sours

And with less we are forced to die

Washing our hands as Pilate

Passing the sin to another place and time

But the craving for blood remains

Making a home in the heart of the stupified wise

Those who say they have wisdom yet own nothing

To call yourself to be above the world

Is different from really being there

Without love to see the pain of other

How is it that you survive?

With faith to move mountains

And to hear the trumpets sound

You turn away those that need you

The very souls craving to be loved above else