Unchained, and Returned.

Rent and torn are these sacraments,
These divine, cloaking vestments,
Torn asunder and rent in twain,
Mighty spirit, mighty pneuma slain,
Steely armour shattered,
Saintly thread scattered,
The divine and sacred mutilated,
Sweet honor eviscerated,
And why, Oh Why?
Why did I let it die?

Slain by my own hand,
The blood leaving forever a brand,
Searing a crimson stain,
Into my mind's, my soul's grain,
I stripped myself of honor's steel,
Only to feel,
The momentary pleasures of iniquity,
The very chains that now bind me,
"Stay, Oh stay", these chains say,
As my souls they seek to slay,

Oh Brother! Give me hope,
Some starry blissful rope.
Sunder these chains, the tethers,
Or give me one feather,
Plucked from your mighty wings,
Flowing flame, as water from springs,
Even a single down from your Phoenix fire,
To burn my dross upon the pyre.
"Brother, our Brother", cry others I see,
As they sunder bonds and set me free,

They set my soul on fire,
Give me back my strong desire,
Saying, "Forget not your pride;"
"And never more sacred honor hide."
They strip me of my filthy rags,
They purge me of my molten slag,
Garb me in sacred armour bright,
And arm me with sword of might,
"Fight on, Fight on once more"
They cry as they soar,

And I turn, one eye weeping,
Gaze sweeping,
Over the fruits of my fall,
And I taste the bitter gall,
Seeing my lesser brethren slain,
And for what? Momentary pleasure's gain!
My other eye burns with honor's rage,
As I search across this battles stage,
"Treacherous Tempter" I roar,
"I will strike you to the core"

Though my blows may never lodge upon his hide,
I may strike his pride,
Or may cause him pain,
By slowing his gain,
In this war of sin,
This war,that the righteous one must win,
So I will fight for my Lord,
Even if I must be His destroying Sword,
Praying, "Lord, let me redeem the time,"
"And atone a little of my crime"
"But thank you, Father, for a second chance."