The Word Made Flesh

It looks to kill And fails to wait in sight It twists me from inside Carry all, heal the score, I can no longer bleed What is this, Things I've been, You can set me free The one I see, A blinded fool corrupting me From within, worn away Find, by mind, abusive ways Allures me from restrain Crate the obscene, You can set me free Sense predict the scorn The hour of peace is gone The one I see, A blind deaf fool forever be Burning me Worn fools that prey On a faith filled day Laughter stays, out of my way Pass through my dismay --- The Word Made Flesh - Paradise Lost