Mime

Freedom comes at a price,

Far to steep to pay efficiently,

Your life is the final price,

And in your damnation,

All that is becomes sealed.

 

The severed footsteps of the divine,

They track through mud less waters,

Playing games with our mortality,

Torture the existence at hand.

 

Never has a choice been so simple,

Yet so immensely difficult to take,

It's all within our eternal grasps,

But at what price does our soul pay?

 

The feverish warriors of servitude,

The tales that they dread to tell,

And at what price do their souls pay,

And at what price do their souls pay.

 

The toxicity that immortality ensues,

Oh how the temptation is great,

Prying at my very mortal existence,

The though never escaping my mind.

 

With death knocking at my door,

The last chance for eternal damnation,

The path of immortality,

For the price of eternal pain,

The choice remains mine.

 

Never has a choice been so simple,

Yet so immensely difficult to take,

It's all within our eternal grasps,

But at what price does our souls pay?