Absent Tribulation

Endless winds
Tears relentlessly at the summit
Awaiting our arrival
Its megalithic stature is towering infinitely
Towards the celestial sphere
Onwards we strive
To the uttermost
And final rest
Ravishing lies
Tore at our minds
Purged and gone
Awaiting the truth
Free from deceit
To be revealed
Towards the celestial sphere
Onwards we strive
To the uttermost gof God
«Our minds are clear
Our hart are at peace
Our srenity beckons the end»
Faith is to no avail
Hope is for the weakened minds
Of the followers of God
From beyond the snow covered pathway
From the forest, from the depths
There in the shades of forgottenness
In the pages long withered and torn
Lies the rubicon of unmitigated truth
The rapture that never came
And the absent tribulation
Forces us to heed the archaic ways
And stipulate our true end as one