Fall of man

To see the fall of man,
to rot the thought of God,
like a weed in the sand,
your existences is quite odd.

No detention i was given,
no father i forsake,
but to return to were i was hidden,
for shame i think you for a mistake.

from the hallow hills of mount Zion,
to the depth of my forever burning soul,
God to roar like a great lion,
but i was only forever promised coil.