Whispers Often Bleat

Like all your dreams that drift away, like hope sleeps in existenceYour faded life will drown in tears, as it lays eternal distanceForgive yourself, you, desperate being...Substance of me...Forgive yourself for not being my gift I couldn't give...Remember and weep... and weep...His first promise...Every word baptized in lies...And whisper your songs into the dreams of silenceAnd then hear...Silence, the only melodySolitude, your true destinySymphonies, louder than your songsWhispers, that often bleatForgive yourself, for not being my giftBelieve in me, and I shall give...Bleat the christian lie... only mortals die!Rising up from hundred NazarenesJust my whispers can bleat their sins...Defy the human son, dying on the cross with no powers from god.Whispers often bleat, defy the NazareneWhispers often bleat, defenders of the creedYour soul and flesh has wept mortality of your godWhen you accept his death, my gift is only yoursOnly god exists...Only humans die...Creating and dissolving the gift...Of life...