A darkness
You will discover
The snowfall
Protects your mother
The presence is palpable
Your vengeance takes a backseat
But the rage is still there
Now you can give it a name
Your shattered will on the floor
You can't pretend anymore
Filthy hands as you wash your face
Bloodied eyes and a foolish smirch
Foundations for flippant faiths
"On this rock I build my church"