The Gates of Andromeda

For Jericho.

This pain flows in and out of me
I know what I have done
But my god demanded sacrifice
I guess that he was one

Perhaps I could have grown to love
Perhaps he could be saved
All but flaws are fleeting here
Yet he, not I, decayed.

This growing weight inside my chest
Regret that plagues my soul
Perhaps this is what the mother meant
The pain to make me whole

OH MOTHER TELL ME AT WHAT COST
WHAT GARDEN DO YOU GROW?
Must the innocent be beds of earth
For your ever sharp throned rose?

The pain flows in and out of me
I know my choices well
Continue, torture soul and mind
Or meet with him in hell.