Six feet under Eden Lies the broken bond of Stone etched birthright. Damning silence Choked in human dust. Petrified in ash of Stone gates cast down as the Sword of flame drinks deep Of traitors' spilling Blackened blood. Those who tread before, Fallen into dark, Who warn in tongues Of waking death. Those who lie below The pit of Genesis On stainless blades And angel flesh. Here below the shade of War walk unassuming Souls bound to the shell of Frigid flesh and Tangled vessels. Numb against reality In mass entranced belief Bred by technology. The agony So sweet. "And He drove out the Man, And at the gates of the Garden of Eden, He placed the angel And a flaming sword which turned Every way to guard the way to The Tree of Life" Written on the fallen Walls of dynasties betrayed By powers that should Never be yet Always have been