Following christ pt 1

A prison of Shadows reveals its sole captive
Inside the number urges to burst but isn’t granted such human emotions
The water is bitter now anyway; it isn’t a sweet and pure drop
The painful Nectar tears through the prime
One wish
Right at the Brim just waiting to be gone
Horrid thoughts running along the millennia
Parts of time and space corrupting the natural course
Running right back with a bang!
Running so far and fast away all to be alone!
Dimming harps grow ever softer around the Fading Lights
The stigmata becomes obvious to a new savior