The Atlas (our beginning to whatever end)

On the hour of my death, I am the only one alive.

The Question: When Chaos Redeems The Reasoning

Hey there my Young Arrival,

Oh how nervous our minds can be when they feel like they are losing Him. Some things can wait, but I know you feel lost in the evening of pain. I remain stolen to a world that is failing Him. Maybe this fear we seek is caught between the apathy of the enemy. We feel rushed, rushed behind the beginning to free the end.


Hey there my Young Departure,

Do you feel like your always leaving something behind to search for something new? How silent something can be when it goes quietly into the night. How visible we can be, when we retreat back to the beginning screaming, screaming for something new? Sometimes people search for answers that don't have any questions. Meanings that go on and on with no hope.


It's sweet like rain when it touches your lips. A face caressed in fear, a wing of dead blood. A silhouette of your mind going mad every time it sees the light. The distant hill, hesitant to keep you curious. The land on fire. There is a voice that I always hear. A whisper in a shallow case of fear. Love at the end of the rope. The broken between hope and the lost. He raises his voice to me, like a flower growing out of the sea. "There is hope, there is always hope for you, when you find yourself lost, panicking and out of faith." I will meet you there.

The Last Church

These words form as walls, they set ablaze the hills.
Every little voice breaks out in tears, as their bodies shatter like glass.
I'll dig through the graves.
A spark may light the flame but can it light our way?
Can we carry these burdens in our hearts?
I'll proclaim the rest tonight.
From the visions that sparked our rivers dry, the sky begins to crumble.
Death sings a long verse.
But a whisper is told. He arose from the dead, with hollow points in his body.
We walked right through the exit, to the leading point of our lives.

And our lives are carried out through our hands. Our minds process the same fear we wake up with daily. The blink of an eye captures more nightmares than photos. These are the horrors that we grew up with. We find ourselves weak against the altar, leaning on the temple. Questions run through our minds but answers are not answered. All confusion written in red, blood fills up the mouths of liars. This city becomes the only thing we know, we are all statues in a world without a purpose for the wicked. This creation comes to a halt, the veins we carry are filled with anxiety. Our knees become bloody, because all the answers are written on the cross. Set my brain on fire, free will was too good for me. "Lord, if you can hear, I can listen."

The Lifeline

Would you hold onto the rain as it sings you to sleep?
This is the final stage, where your maker has abandoned you.
I can feel it in your blood and heart beat.
The way your body moves, I know my visions are real.
These nightmares cloud my mind, unlike anything you do.
Believer, you retrieve me a life "so-called-death".
We have no other choice but to save you, I'll leave without question.

Trust me and Godspeed us to lightening.
I can be there to help you fall.
Godspeed, and trust us with lightening.
I can be there to help you crawl.

There is a signal coming over the airwaves.
This could bury us, but I thought the world was made for this.
I can't help but notice this isn't the way to live.
Casting a call out, our wells are all dried up.
Retreat us back to sea, O' Godspeed us please!
We thought, we found a way to live, now our diamonds are soaking up the blood.

Trust me and dig up my kingdom.
They buried it right under the moon.
Trust me in my kingdom.
We can change the colors of the stars.

How delicate your voice is, as it washes up to sea.
Paradise was made for it to last one night.
But I'll leave one wish behind, use it to forget me.
Don't try to find me.

Your eyes burn with sulfur. Ash fills your stomach up with knots.
This was not the way it was suppose to end, the wolves are here.

The Future With No Past

Patience my Failure and stand still.
Look up to the sky drowning on you.
See how the birds fly in silence, how the wind soars them through the air?
The clouds and how quietly we do not notice them?
These seas are our defeat, its good to be alone.
It's very common to be around thousands of people a day just to watch them pass.
But my Love, this is where we stand, so be still.
Hold out your hands, this is our destruction.
Thousands of Gods ships, shipwrecked at sea.
You see how the birds have become bats? You see how the clouds are now smoke?
All the trees are burning with flames and the dirt is now ash.
I see your tears, I see your sorrow. You weep in sadness.
I cried too, when I saw all the death.
We failed to protect life, so this is the ending.
Are you still with me Failure? Has Love led you astray?
Are your legs collapsing beneath your chest?
I felt this too when I was betrayed.
The only thing I ever miss, is that smell of life.
And the touch of someones skin.
You cry today over sadness. I do not cry.
I am as empty as a hole with wind blowing through it.
This is the future of your mind. Selfish? No.
Failure warned us, but our Love was too weak. The thousands of people passed us to their death. And the death of our existence. They are a burning building, bringing every one down with them. All I could do was just watch.

You do not know sadness.
You think silence and loneliness is your only fear?
You have just failed me once again.

The Faithless Beach

I'll bury my hands in the sand to rest my finger tips.
I await patiently for God's ship too approach.
Your breath goes cold.
It's hard for you to bare the shake as it wrestles in the waves.
The tide is getting stronger, as your tears run faster.
I caress your face, with a soft touch of gold.
A smile escapes, the sun sinks deeper.
The rain never stops the pain we receive.
I'll wash your blood away, "Remember me in favor, our Kingdom is there."
I lay your head back down in the sand, I promise for my return.
"Love never felt like this."
I walked the waves, in hoping you were there.
You never followed because it was too hard to believe.
Now you received all that you wanted. A Babylon of a life.
A beach calm setting. Love all around you that you can't taste.
Alone, all on your own. You stay.
Alone, all on your own.
I wish I could see, all the ones I love, resting with leaves on a tree in heaven.