Mass for the Strangled

Too bright to be… the former judgement of space Strangled freedom has no place in this life Be it granted physical or mental In a passage of pain this crowning shall push the usage back Be it granted physical or mental In a passage of pain Hiding without reason and leaving without either 
 A mass for the strangled without the redness of a putrid forgiveness the lakes flood out of understanding of quieter times 
 with the eyes of the dead sloth and the piles of burned bears trading their likeness for the betrayal of this suffering bloodline 
 
 The magnitude of sanctity shouldn’t betray these moments of thought Counting back 
 one still finds the faces little changed