Gnostic Front Million Dead

It's tragic to concede
Geothermals
To take the Deus from
The Machina

What could I have done?
I bowed my head and
What could I have said?
I injured my neck
What must I accept?
It's all or nothing
What must I reject?

And I know
That in silence there is wisdom
But I know
That this beauty is marred with Peter's scars
And I know
That in this vastness is veneration
But the bone was broke when Nicaea spoke

What must I accept?
What must I reject?

The beauty becomes the
Beauty becomes the
Beauty becomes
The model becomes the
Model becomes the
Model becomes
The law becomes the
Law becomes the
Law becomes
The weight becomes the
Weight becomes the
Weight becomes the wisdome