'Fall Of Geneva'

The Accolade of suffering brings me closer to my creation 
ascension into orbital discretion is severed by the physical reality
the fear that gripped the soul was never absorbed by the shock centricity
instead, the conjuring aroma of authentic regret
shaped the fateful tears that diminished  the dying hope of infant cause
the complexity of ignorance runs deeper than thought
but what is deeper than the mind sentence is the infliction to gain rule
the deep of black oil is where the courage of men sleeps
coltan and conflict where the sisters blood completion weeps
deafened by commercialism but still have faith as Muslim
the sheriff of fake vengeance will stalk a mind but not mine
the unborn child stained with uncertainty still struggles for movement
but yet its still the resolution of a supposed pious mans delusional choices
hijacker of my religion, but still belief isn’t proof of scent
a courageous adornment but un-edged is the silent voices
I’m a son of verses state but my peaceful means gather rally
Any alternative, of death in vein
Still emerges a troop in parry
Belief in the lines, or a belief in me
But still I question my own choices
But one thing that cannot be overturned is the overwhelming source of forces
A dark angel struggles beneath a continuance of shrouded vision
Deputy to a council of detriment
Your body may be free but your mind snared before clouded prison
Excelling in political sediment
A tear is finally lost
What happened to my ancestors
I still see mirrored a moving cost
Differences in views of conduct   
The death in the air froze a line drawn in the sand
Before streaming they already crossed it
Unknowingly before the blood followed the crease in my hand