The powers of heaven have captured me
making me atone for my sins
to make good on waisted deeds
but I lack the will to begin
The mountain that rests
snugly upon my hero's head
grows daily with deeds I must confess
before I am proclaimed dead.
Each small event
was considered nothing at the time
gave my release a dent
and repressed the spirit I seek to find.
Until I loosen my lips to scream
and tell my anger and fear
I cannot be redeemed
and forever I reside here.
