| Draped between white-light morality and field of intellectual freedom | |
| Torn between the deceitful safety of the past and simplistic chaos of future | |
| On his knees praying to an illusion he never believed, his confusion self-evident | |
| His fragile mortal soul not able to carry the weight of the truth | |
| He samples the freedom beyond the cross | |
| Neither dark nor light | |
| Mental equilibrium in prolific chaos | |
| Mesmerized by the jewel beset ceiling | |
| The night sky holds all answers | |
| A quickening of his conceptions yields key to the door of unbounded possibilities | |
| The deafening sound of universal secrets, expose the frailties of his past | |
| He samples the freedom beyond the cross | |
| Neither dark nor light | |
| Mental equilibrium in prolific chaos | |
| No longer able to hide behind the cross, he finally finds himself | |
| A truth not meant for all, the strong prevail to new heights of perception | |
| The evidence of the enlightenment not visible to the feeble flock | |
| Stepping from their presence, leaving only a veil of confusion |